She Rose Above

She rose above their hateful snare
Never put to heart their sinful stare
So young of age, yet overcame all the hate
Accepted how she was made
A change to satisfy them, that she won't make.

She rose above their pitiful notion
That everyone had to look a certain way
So what, if she isn't the same
So what, if they had mean things to say
She will never let them steal her joy away.

So, she rose above their small minds
Came back stronger and proud
Wore her hair the way it was made
Damning what they would say
For she will feel pretty and confident anyway.