Resilience

I'm supposed to write a poem,

About resilience,

So I'll tell you the story of a girl,

Who got pushed against a fence.

The girl was small,

And weak though she seemed,

She had a fierce attitude,

And really big dreams.

She sat in her classes,

Her eyes focused on the board,

While her mind flew far away,

Imaginative nations at war.

She was teased,

Made fun of,

For her obvious difference,

But she never minded,

She was strange in that sense.

And as she grew,

She came anew,

Too beautiful,

To be ignored anymore.

Yet she stayed away,

From popularity,

For she knew that nothing could be true,

If it relied only on how you're cute.

And that's what resilience is,

At least to me,

Because I see resilience in her,

For taking the teasing,

And I see it in her,

Too,

For not reaching out her hand,

And clasping it in someone else's,

Despite them being her fan.

This girl knew that she could be strong,

She could be brave,

And tough all day long,

Because she had more,

Than anyone else knew,

So she chose to be an outcast,

And into a flower she grew.