Tap Brush Click Clack

They were so intimidating, the sounds were intimidating

The studio walls pictures barre's

Tap, brush, click, clack

Tap, brush, click, clack

That’s all I heard every class, every time, every week

Yet I was told I belonged there

That I had worked very hard, spent so much time to improve

Although I don’t feel like I belonged there, not even a little bit.

I was just there

I tried pretending

I tried to forget

I couldn’t because the invisible barrier was still there

Tap, brush, click, clack

Tap,  brush, click, clack

Whispers, secrets, laughing in the background

I want to feel overjoyed

Yet I seem so out of place

Will it always be this way?

Hope, pray, believe that someday

Someday it will change

There won't be favorite's

There won't be "better dancers" than others

Everyone will be accepted as individuals

Everyone will be united

Everyone will be equal

Without conflict

Without groups

Together

As one row

As one class

As one dance

Tap, brush, click, clack

Tap,  brush, click, clack