From ashes and castoffs I sprung like the phoenix,
My name became as common as every day Kleenex.
Some looked at my life and said it was wrong,
I worked through my pain with dancing and song.
My voice grew stronger; my feet gave me blisters,
I was joined with my brothers and my beautiful sister.
What the public sees is sometimes a fright,
But life is not always so black and white.
Where was my privacy, I paid my dues,
By walking on the moon with my gold lamiae shoes.
Children I loved, we would play in the park,
From morning, noon and night, we played into dark.
My name and fame rose as I grew frail,
I had so many fans.....I would not fail.
Now as I look at the man in the mirror,
My reflection looks back and my life is clearer.
I dedicated my life with energy and drive,
That started so many years ago only as five.
I only hope that my memory will live on,
With music and dancing and through all of my songs.
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