Go Ahead

With the gleam in her eyes
She looked to the shining bright light
Her dreams away from her
And her hands tied
The thorns of the family ties
Bleeding her heart
“Our girls dont dance”
They say
But her breath was music
And poise was long gone
Grace filled her away
Long when she was born.

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