Innocence Triumphs Strength

 

She felt a change, a transformation within,

Her body blossoming, a journey to begin.

As curves emerged, with grace they swelled,

She embraced the shift, a tale to be held.

In the mirror's gaze, a new reflection found,

Her bosom's growth, a secret profound.

With a tender smile, she welcomed the shift,

Adorning herself, her spirit to uplift.

She opted not to dance, a moment to savor,

As 'it' gracefully moved, a secret behavior.

In this transformation, she found her own way,

A journey of self-love, come what may.

She longed to play basketball, her heart's desire,

But the stares at her bosom, she couldn't inspire.

She prayed to God, a fervent plea to make,

Her breasts vanish, for her own sake.

She donned a bra, a source of comfort and grace,

Feeling secure, in its warm embrace.

Embracing herself, finding strength from within,

She pursued her passion, a journey to begin.

That day at school, a memory so cruel,

Some girls caressed her, breaking the rules.

Those lean girls, without bosoms to bear,

Taunted her, a weight too heavy to bear.

Bullied for her choice, to wear a bra with grace,

She feared returning to that hurtful place.

But a true friend, a beacon of light,

Came to her rescue, making everything right.

Her friend spoke up, with wisdom to share,

"It's just like an inner shimmie with straps to wear."

In the evening's calm, she sought to confide,

Asking her friend, with feelings deep inside.

"Is it wrong to have breasts?" she dared to ask,

"Is it wrong to wear a bra, a daunting task?"

Her friend replied, with strength so strong,

"You're not wrong, dear, they're the ones in the wrong."

The bra, a comforting shield she'd embrace,

Unlike files and books, it held a special place.

But she dreaded the eyes, their relentless stare,

People's cruel words, too heavy to bear.

At a tender age, she hid from the gaze,

In the shadows, avoiding life's cruel maze.

They labeled her wrongly, words so unjust,

Accusing her, as if they must.

Yet, in her heart, she knew the truth clear,

Her worth wasn't measured by the eyes' leer.

For she was strong, despite the world's cruel tests,

More than a garment, more than their judgments, she knew best.

At just thirteen, she dreaded venturing outside,

Fearful of the world, where judgment did reside.

But on those quiet roads, in solitude so dear,

She'd conquer her worries, quelling every fear.

In the embrace of solitude, she found her peace,

Walking those lonely roads, her inner turmoil would cease.

Away from prying eyes, she'd truly be free,

In the silence, she'd rediscover her glee.

For there, amidst the solitude's gentle grace,

She walked without fear, at her own steady pace.

In those solitary moments, she'd rise above,

A resilient soul, guided by self-love.

One bright morning, on her school-bound way,

The bus conductor's act left her in disarray.

Devastation engulfed her, a heavy heart she bore,

She contemplated quitting school, unable to endure.

But within her, a spark began to ignite,

"Why hide?" she pondered, ready to fight.

Returning to that bus, her determination firm,

As his hand reached out, she wouldn't squirm.

She found her voice, ready to defend,

No longer silent, she would not bend.

She refused to let fear dictate her fate,

A resilient spirit, she refused to abate.

She boarded that same bus, resolute and brave,

In the crowded chaos, her power she'd save.

As the conductor's hand transgressed once more,

She pierced his palm, his yelp echoing through the core.

He dared not speak of what she'd done,

Instead, a tale of a stuck hand he spun.

She'd learned to protect, to fiercely defend,

With a mask of haughtiness, her strength she'd extend.

A shield of pride, she wore it with grace,

To guard her heart in this challenging space.

She became a fortress, strong and wise,

With every challenge, her spirit would rise.

At the tender age of fifteen, in eleventh grade she stood,

Amidst new faces, her world misunderstood.

Her old friends, now distant memories of the past,

And forging new bonds, a challenge she'd grasp.

She found love in a senior, their hearts did align,

Yet time and circumstance made their meetings so few.

Before their schoolmates, their love stayed concealed,

A secret shared by just a precious few revealed.

Gossip swirled around, fueled by idle talk,

Some whispered that her love was the only spark.

But she knew the truth, their love was strong and real,

A connection beyond words, a sentiment they'd conceal.

They cherished a love untainted by the physical,

No touch or sensual words, their connection was lyrical.

Their love remained innocent, pure, and sweet,

A bond built on emotions, so genuine and complete.

However, amidst the whispers and rumors unkind,

The dwarf girl's judgment was cruel and blind.

Labeling her unfairly, using words so harsh,

But she refused to be swayed by the gossip's march.

Innocence defined her love, steadfast and true,

She knew her worth, and that's what got her through.

Despite the hurtful words, she'd rise above,

A testament to love's purity, her strength and self-love.

She paid no heed to the judgments and disdain,

For she had her solace, her refuge from the pain.

Books were her friends, characters, her confidants dear,

In the pages of diaries, she'd pour out her sincere.

As she grew, a tough exterior she'd wear,

A protective shell, a cloak of strength to bear.

She chose solitude over shallow connections, her goal,

A path of self-reliance, to protect her soul.

But the world around her labeled her haughty,

A product of society's judgments, unjust and naughty.

Yet, within her, resilience and wisdom did reside,

A survivor of life's challenges, with her head held high.