as you dance .

instead of gun clicks, i hear the clicks of her heels,
and the tap of her toes..
envisioning an angel at recitals and shows .
. . .
her movements are fluent,
like newspapers, as they dance along the sidewalk..
in daydreams there's a girl, just like her, lives on my block .
. . .
curly hair, dont care .
surrounded by smiles that wont share .
. . .
swaying in and out of love,
her heart in rhythm with her feet .
. . .
she taps to her own drum,
most people is off beat .
. . .
relationships pose as her stage,
twisting 'til it hurts..
as if she's dancing for change .
. . .
not for loose change, but for true change .
. .
as hard as she loves, it's all for what .?
. . .
find love in imperfections and unique details..
and wear your headphones for the,
whispers of rhythm-less females .
. . .
insecurity is the purest form of honesty..
just be yourself .
. . .
try not to trip over niggas with their Adidas laced tight,
or because his fade's tight..
the flyest niggas can smell stage fright .
. . .
and if the crowd dont clap and the audience laugh,
remember that they still on the sidelines watchn..
. . .
as you dance .