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My female body did develop


The female body is a work of art

Sculpted from perfection inside and out we are a masterpiece

I did not know of the specific piece of evidence

That my body was gold no matter what I was told

I was a late bloomer with a chest so flat

I just knew that they would never develop

I was little and petite, short and unique

Teased and provoked because my body didn’t want to let up

Go home crying and upset because I was lacking in areas

While others would have that rack I had yet to develop

I prayed to God to bless something on my breast

A few years I guess he heard my prayer

Out of nowhere in High school I developed a whole lot of Breasts

Playful comments about my chest

I wish they would rest

Because now I wish there was nothing occuring on my chest

Growing up and I’m still glowing up

Just with my mind, body and spirit

My body is beautiful and it will continue to glow as long as I find it suitable.

 

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