In the quiet corner of her room, she sits,
Lost in the pages of a tale untold,
Where a historic figure, his story unfolds,
A soul like hers, amidst life's fits.

With every turn, the words ignite,
The plight of one, misunderstood,
Bullied for treasures misunderstood,
His humble belongings, hidden from sight.

She sees herself in his reflection,
A target of ridicule, she knows too well,
For what others deem as less than swell,
Yet within her beats a fierce affection.

For like the character she reads,
Her spirit strong, her heart unbound,
Though mocked for what others confound,
In her dreams, she plants her seeds.

Through the pages, she finds solace,
In the strength of one who dared to be,
Despite the world's relentless decree,
She learns to rise, to find her own palace.

In her hands, the book becomes a shield,
Against the arrows of cruel disdain,
With each chapter, she breaks the chain,
Her resilience, an unyielding yield.

For in the words of history's embrace,
She finds the courage to stand tall,
To rise above, to conquer all,
And in her uniqueness, find her place...