She stretches every day, of every single week,
Sometimes for hours at a time,
People in her dance class think she’s a freak
Because there’s so many shapes she can mime.
She started stretching to learn the splits,
She practised it every day,
She did ita tiny but at a time,
And eventually got all the way.
But then she got addicted,
She truly could not stop,
So much pain that was inflicted,
But she set standards she now had to top.
Yoga and Pilates-
and a list that doesn’t end
she does them every day
to get her body to bend each way..
She can hold her leg above her skull,
To the back, the front or sides
she does her stuff, doesn’t even worry,
Over if it’ll hurt her insides.
She no longer cares,
Pain is just pain,
Stares are just stares,
She doesn’t feel shame.
When people think it’s strange she’s never sad
Because she loves to unfold,
Because stretching Is her life,
She doesn’t care what she is told.
She’s me
I’m a contortionist.
and I do what I love.
