She’s half little gymnast
She’s half little gymnast
half princessone minute she’s flipping off the couch
doing tiny jumps like her feet can’t stay still
turning my living room into her own little arena
landing crooked
then clapping for herself
like she just won something
the next
she’s spinning in circles
holding the edges of her dress
like she’s in a world softer than this one
like there’s music only she can hear
she’s scraped knees
and glitter trails
fearless enough to fall
soft enough to still believe
and i won’t ask her to pick one
because girls like her
were never meant to
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