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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