In a world where stillness is prized,
Gillian danced, but she was chastised.
Her spirit soared, her feet took flight,
In classrooms, she caused quite a plight.
Teachers fretted, parents frowned,
Gillian's world, they tried to confound.
They sought a cure, a way to heal,
Unaware of the art she'd reveal.
Then an old teacher saw the truth,
He found in dance, a golden sleuth.
A room, a radio, a dance unfurled,
Revealed to all, a different world.
"See her not as one who's ill,
But a dancer with a vibrant skill!"
She twirled, she leaped, her heart elate,
Gillian's destiny found its gate.
Off to dance, her world reborn,
In each step, a truth was sworn.
No longer bound by sitting still,
Her passion flowed, a dancer's thrill.
From that day on, her tale refined,
Gillian danced, her destiny entwined.
A choreographer of esteemed repute,
In "Cats," her talents took root.
Let differences shine, let uniqueness thrive,
For in their hearts, creativity's alive.
To those misunderstood, let's extend our hand,
For they're the ones who truly expand.
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