Brianna the Beanstalk
Gangly and gawky
This I am
I tower over most, like an unwelcomed giant
They stare, as if it were a sin
I’m not small like a toy
I'm not am not sorry nor does my life lack joy
Elegant and exquisite
This I am
Soaring over others, like a bird on the wind
I find comfort in my own skin
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