Words Like Stones Thrown

When we were three

My twin sister and me

My mother brought us to class

To clumsy to dance, we fell on our ass

Just barely walking

Our instructor baulking

Deemed us too clumsy

Decreed we'd never plie gracefully

Mother hung her head in shame

Her girls would never achieve dancing fame

Now, like a permanent marker dress

I wear my clumsy legged mess

Not so stubborn, it seems

I let another's words bend my dreams

I'm tapping my toes to all the good I can do

Even when I trip over my own shoe!!!