Quinceañera

Quinceañera

That day was not what I had expected.

Cameras flashing and people yelling.

During the dance, I felt spotlighted.

On the screams of people, I began dancing.

 

First came the slow-waltz part of the party

I felt so emotional and began crying.

While spinning, I looked around it was so pretty

Everyone watched; Nana began crying

 

After the crying, people began dancing.

With all the dancing, it all turned dark.

After people sat, lights began flashing.

On the dance floor my gloves began to spark.

 

Standing at opposed corners, we aligned

The song Bailando played; we intertwined