The balance Beam
The woman is taught to be elegant on the beam ,to smile and to keep a low voice and never slip and show no weakness in her heart she wears her lust sexuality is untamed when cheers cry out she bows twirling and praying to live up to her crown that is placed so light to the eye so heavy the weight Life is a test bringing people to alter and seduce, to cause you to choose between what is realistic or false. Sometimes when making these choices we choose what is wrong because we assume. As we see our lives through clown Mirrors. Images that our hearts truly desire, in time the image in our reality doesn’t reflect what we need. To the public eye we are all performers, acts that are to bring others joy and laughter and the world is a stage. With scenes we do not choose.
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