I put my hair into a bun. br To keep it nice and neat. br Lights on my face resemble the sun. br I say prayers for my feet. br br My face is made-up, br large grin layered, too. br My dues are paid up, br my face, a scared hue. br br I take my last walk. br A moment to collect my thoughts. br Not a second to talk, br I no longer feel distraught. br br It is my turn to take my chance. br This is my turn, my turn to dance.