The bun upon my head,

Sleek and aerodynamic.

They may think my style is a fad,

Changing and passing with time.

Though It's classic,

Pure and genuine.

When alone the bun commands me,

My body sporadically moving and creating for no one.

When in a competitive studio,

My composure is professional and focused. 

When in a classroom of patronizing persons,

I am quiet,

Dreaming of dancing on my toes.