Little Dancer

silent strokes of brushing hair,
with frustration taken without care,
pulling hard ripping roots,
the toes curl inside the little boots,
a style at last with an elastic snap,
then with a sudden eye hair fling slap,
no tears to stream on makeup eyes,
as it wells up and then immediately dries,
pushed and forced out on the stage,
as it builds up inside to a hidden rage,
anger contained until the teenage years,
this is when she can show her tears.