




One rainy evening, after a hip-hop class, I boldly asked to my then artistic director her opinion of my ability. For ten months, I had
Pop, pop, pop The kernels push the lid aside, Pop, pop, popping Bursting to the top, like greedy animals, they push each other out of
I try to walk Straight across Each step I place gently forward Focused and pure Genuine simple It feels straight It feels right It feels