Mime
The face wasn't black and white, it was red made by lipstick from the small black purse that was there since the beginning.
The movements were never perfect, too quick or too slow
Trembling hands and scarred legs.
Heart pounding loudly as the small child with two ponytails that were sticking up swiped her hand in front of her face.
From up down, her smile dropping the second the hand crossed her nose.
They all watched as the small kid performed for them, the whole time quiet, she never cried and she never laughed aloud.
She didn't know how to show her emotions with noise.
Her head was always dizzy from choking on her breath but it didn't stop her from performing for years, this time without any paint on her face.
She didn't need that, her new mask was her own face.
They all clapped as the tall child finally hit the finishing point with a thud.
The child never looked up from the floor and maybe that's why she started to perform again, not knowing if others were pleased or if it wasn't enough.
Maybe that's why the lipstick is back on with different varieties of eyeshadows and her hand is swiping up to once again smile.
Her mouth shut and showing more tricks with not just her movements but acting.
