Cheerleading
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Hey you, come join our squad
You’ll be so great, the audience most definitely will applaud…
...For us. We’re a team
You better believe we’ll shine bright and gleam
Glancing at them,
So graceful and high.
I couldn't help myself,
So eager to try.
Here came my opportunity,
Heart racing, hands sweating.
Jumping in, riding all the way,
Glancing at them,
So graceful and high.
I couldn't help myself,
So eager to try.
Here came my opportunity,
Heart racing, hands sweating.
Jumping in, riding all the way,
I didn't know
How to make it
On my own
I could recreate
But not create
My words
Were their words
My smile
Was their smile
Until their words
Inspired my words
Cheerleading is a lifelong friend. It's a huge part of my life and it will never come to an end.
The sport is very friendly and always makes me smile.
Unlike other sports that can make you competitive and hostile.
Cheerleading is a lifelong friend. It's a huge part of my life and it will never come to an end.
The sport is very friendly and always makes me smile. Unlike other competitive sports that can make you competitive and hostile.
Living in this moment
The crowd is all around us
They scream for our team
Teamwork is everything
We live in this moment
The hours of practice
The days of hard work
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Big bows
Long ponytails
Short skirts
All smiles
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Five-Six-Seven-Eight
Defy gravity; take the risk
Throwing that top girl high up in the sky
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By Laura Lewis
Today is the day.
All the hours spent in the gym will finally pay off.
You have constantly heard your coach yell,
"You better tighten up tops!"
Camera lights flashing,
hundreds of people clapping.
I did it;
WE did it.
The smiles,
the laughs.
The friendships that will always last.
How did I get so lucky?
Stepping onto that mat;
Hip hip hooray
Is what they think we say.
As we actually say "5,6,7,8!"
Lifting others high above us,
buiding trusts when we catch before they fall,
there's a special bond between us,
Smile on my face
5, 6, 7, 8
Cheerleading.
It's in my blood.
12 years of it.
12 entire years of my life.
12 years of pom poms,
dancing,
cheering on the crowd.
People ask us why we cheer,
But I ask them, can't they hear?
When we yell and shout across the field,
We do it to see the other team yield.
We chant, we stunt, we smile till our cheeks hurt.
Rah- Rah- Ree!
This is Greek to me
In Cheer, we dont say this
That thought you can dismiss
I fly high in the air
Then plummet towards the unforgiving track,
Seconds from impact
I am embraced by the strong arms
Of girls who trust me
To not fall too hard
That day I felt like I touched the sky
The feeling was like no other
I learned how to fly
I loaded in to the hands of my team mates
Got set and pushed off the ground
I go up, I go down.
They spin me backwards and all around.
"Oh, look what you've done now.'
They say as Sarah lays on the ground.
We get hurt, we get injured
We get broken, we get limbered.
Who the hell made you queen?
You have a comment on everything
Never a smile, only a frown
All you do is tear us down
You only scream and yell
Making a cheerleader's life a living hell
