In the world of rhythm and grace,
There exists a space, a challenging place,
For boys who dance, who embrace,
The art of movement, the dancer’s chase.
They step into the studio, their sacred ground,
In the mirror’s reflection, their dreams are found.
With every leap, every sound,
A determination profound.
Yet, they dance in a world that often frowns,
In a storm of stereotypes, of ups and downs.
“Boys don’t dance,” the chorus drowns,
In their struggle, their spirit frowns.
But these boys, they dance with heart,
Defying norms right from the start.
In their passion, they impart,
A courage that sets them apart.
They pirouette through the ridicule,
Their resolve, no jest can ridicule.
In their dance, they fuel,
A revolution, a new rule.
Their bodies speak in verses pure,
Through ballet, jazz, or dance du jour.
In their movement, they assure,
A narrative that’s an emotional tour.
The stage is their battlefield and their shrine,
Under the spotlight, they redefine.
Each step a statement, each line,
A testament to their will’s design.
So here’s to the boy dancers who dare to fly,
Who embrace their passion under the sky.
In their dance, they testify,
A truth that no prejudice can deny.
The struggle is real, but so is the joy,
In every move, in every coy.
In this dance, they deploy,
A strength no bias can destroy.