When the curtains close and the applause grow louder,
I stand and prepare.
I remember the work and progress.
I evolve while others remain stagnate.
Before the curtains open and I proceed with the encore,
I regain energy and focus.
I rise into my newfound glory.
I stand in a place others wouldn’t dare.
When the spotlight hits me again,
I accept my full self.
I find power in my sensual being.
I curate sexuality because it lives in my roots.
I move to my mark on the stage.
The curtains open.
The spotlight hits.
Hands clap.
I live.