Odd Girl

 
I was an awkward girl with no balance
a little too fat to wear a tutu
my grandma said too heavy for my toes

my mother put me in ballet
said it woud teach me grace
as my grand plies looked pitiful
and my dance so mournful

light blue leotard and stockings
on a chubby little wretch
my poor mother

I felt for her, I was happier up in a tree
playing Jane of the jungle
and dreaming of my future
the sun setting on my back
the sky open

far away from that stuffy little studio
where I learned grace and civility wasn't for everyone
later in life I would don combat boots with my dresses
my nod to the feminism
and my freedom being an odd one