I.
Hair.
It is a dark shade of unknown.
It is not
long
But not
short
It is a beehive.
It is a curse, but it is a
blessing too.

II.
Clap
I run on my toes
The springs feel good on my feet.
I jump
I flip
I make contact with the mat.
Perfect landing
Cheers fill the arena.

III.
I Talk.
My voice wanders on its own path.
For better or for worse.
Who will ever know.

IV.
Numbers are everything.
I love the possibilities that come with them
They fly all over the room
They flood my mind
One answer
Easier than words.

V.
Eyes
A deep shade of brown.
Twinkling in the morning sun

VI.
3 years have passed now.
I have not visited in 3 years
My home.
In a place far away
When will Covid leave us alone

VII.
I bite
I wince
I bite
I grimace
A bite of pain that makes my mouth more metal than human.

VIII.
Finale
I bow
They cheer
I blush
We exit stage right.