She is a quiet, smart
Sweet little girl who loves to learn
Teachers praise her up and down
Parents envy how well behaved she is
Their children, her classmates, though don't understand it yet
Feel insignificant and inferior
For having to learn what she knows already.
The same little girl is a bit older now
Her body changing faster than she can understand;
Hormones going haywire,
Hair on her face grows slow but insults fly fast.
What was once considered a cute chubby tummy
Is now ugly fat;
And feeds the merciless kids more fuel.
Now the one who had what they had wanted
Bright future and all
Has a noticeable weak spot
Able to tear down this sweet little girl
Who still doesn't realize
They are afraid
Of who she can become.
This sweet little girl is a teenager at this point
Navigating through a fog of memories
Engrained in her brain, repeating over again
How being called fat and ugly and has a mustache
Makes her numb for so many years
Unable to see her baby fat gone
Or beauty now is hard to reach
Falls deep in her head
Memories still swirling, circling around.
A girl who was bullied
Called ugly, fat, to smart, needs to shave
But I also am
A girl who learned ignore
Eventually saw myself as beautiful
Forged confidence and newfound care
Out of the ugly I heard for years by my peers
I became an interesting personality that draws attention and followers
Combined with my smarts
Nothing can stop me.
Still, I am only a sweet little girl
Insults only mean others feel small
Which proves I am doing everything,