On The Rise

She cries

She cries

She cries

Then she realize

Those who are “wise”

Are just there to criticize.

“Eww her big thighs!

Omg those dark eyes!

She is too plus size!

She cries

She cries

She cries

The she realize

I am the perfect size!

What they say is just lies

I am a prize!

My hips, curves, eyes and mind are my tools and supplies

For me to climb and rise!

She learned to rise,

There are no denies.

She has learned to rise,

Believe she is the perfect size,

And the best prize!

Who no longer needs to compromise

Her life for the unwise!