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Listening to Zombie by Cranberries..
Yea, so back to this one time
We felt like we were
Bad enough or grown enough
To go up against
My dance teacher
Played on me for a while
As a defining childhood moment
Like yesterday;
Epic fail
She didn’t give a fuck
About how
Pitiful my face was hanging
To the tune of
Female harshness
Calling me a brat
Aloud basically
(We were never going to beat her
Just by the laws of physics;
My blackness could not
Leverage that truth either)
Maybe
She didn’t get laid the night before,
On the rag
Or we did something wrong:
Never mind all the sentimental shit
=
It’s not always an easy task
To separate
Humor from ignorance;
How to tell when someone is just
Playing with you
And when they’re serious:
Your laughing when really
The joke’s on you
It happened relatively early;
That we learned the difference but
She was not
Playing
(Fucking around with me)
This particular day
And impressionable
Took it personal like
“Sexual Fallout ”
We had never seen
That type
Of
Brutality
Lighting her eyes up
With
Recoiling silence
Prepared to
Ship me back
To the Russians again
(No hug, no smile, no tickle, no chase
In the studio this time; uh
Reflection thinks we need therapy
From those hard wood floors
A source of pride, envy, terror, trauma, change
And let us not count the times death
And damnation went
Over my head-We don’t know how
They teach the aerial nowadays but…)
So, this was the second lesson
That IDF taught me
Considering we don’t want to
Revisit this topic again
We also learned that
The other shoe can drop
At any point.
(Didn’t take much for a personality like mine to get the message)
#Russian ballet #Break dance #Gymnastics #Aerial
Yea, so back to this one time
We felt like we were
Bad enough or grown enough
To go up against
My dance teacher
Played on me for a while
As a defining childhood moment
Like yesterday;
Epic fail
She didn’t give a fuck
About how
Pitiful my face was hanging
To the tune of
Female harshness
Calling me a brat
Aloud basically
(We were never going to beat her
Just by the laws of physics;
My blackness could not
Leverage that truth either)
Maybe
She didn’t get laid the night before,
On the rag
Or we did something wrong:
Never mind all the sentimental shit
=
It’s not always an easy task
To separate
Humor from ignorance;
How to tell when someone is just
Playing with you
And when they’re serious:
Your laughing when really
The joke’s on you
It happened relatively early;
That we learned the difference but
She was not
Playing
(Fucking around with me)
This particular day
And impressionable
Took it personal like
“Sexual Fallout ”
We had never seen
That type
Of
Brutality
Lighting her eyes up
With
Recoiling silence
Prepared to
Ship me back
To the Russians again
(No hug, no smile, no tickle, no chase
In the studio this time; uh
Reflection thinks we need therapy
From those hard wood floors
A source of pride, envy, terror, trauma, change
And let us not count the times death
And damnation went
Over my head-We don’t know how
They teach the aerial nowadays but…)
So, this was the second lesson
That IDF taught me
Considering we don’t want to
Revisit this topic again
We also learned that
The other shoe can drop
At any point.
(Didn’t take much for a personality like mine to get the message)
#Russian ballet #Break dance #Gymnastics #Aerial
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