She drew in her rugged breath
Her sweaty hands took the microphone in her hand
Looked into the bright lights, the crowd waiting
Waiting to hear the voice that has been repressed for
her whole life.

So high up, the stage on which her unstable feet stood on
All eyes on her
She opens her mouth
and finally begins to sing.

Singing in her room, singing alone
Hoping no one would hear her
Dancing in her room, feet twisting to the beat
So daring, someone could almost see her

And now she stands on this stage
transformed from ugly caterpillar to flowing butterfly
Her wings draped around her for only one more second
She opens her eyes and
screams out her songs.