Que Arte!!
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Que Arte!
Bright colors fly
Men and women sing
Twirling and spinning
Has always been my thing.
It began when I was five
I watched my mother prance
And began to ponder deeply,
“Should I pursue dance?”
Folkrorico meant hopping,
Skipping, and big smiles,
But I found it exhausting
And it just wasn’t my style.
My uncle told my mom,
“This just isn’t her thing.
I’d like you to meet Chiqui.”
So my mom gave her a ring.
My first day was nerve wrecking,
At least what I recall.
I was a shy little child,
And everyone else seemed so tall.
My mom said, “Don’t be scared
You’re going to be just fine.”
So I slowly walked in
Without a tear or a whine.
13 years passed
And now I’m considered a pro.
The others ask me questions
And make me perform in shows.
Uncertain, I still help them
With steps that still confuse
Using Chiqui as my guide
To correct steps that I use.
13 years passed
And now dance creates restrictions
Keeping me from school work
And Orchestra commitment.
As Historian of Art Club
I simply have no time
To continue dancing my heart out.
I must move forward in life.
As heart breaking as it is,
I simply cannot stay.
So I bid Flamenco adeau
With a loud and proud, “Ole!”