A Chance

She doesn’t stand a chance,

Won’t order on her own,

Can’t speak up to a stranger.

She can’t sing. 

She can’t dance.

They tell her she should try.

“Never give up, fly high.”

She doesn’t stand a chance,

But she picks up the pen and writes,

Takes the brush and fights.

In front of the mirror, 

She tries to dance.

Maybe she’ll get a chance.

She’s off to the big city.

She’s buying her own coffee.

She says, “I like your dress,”

To someone she didn’t know.

She’s dancing with the others

Outside before the show.

She’s only in the crowd

And no one even knows,

But she’s here,

And she’s alive, 

And she has a chance.

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