Once a child, soft and small
Chubby cheeks, they'd mock her all ,
Laughter echoed, cruel and loud,
Judged by looks, not heart unbowed.
No stage, no song , no dance was hers,
Her spirit crushed by spiteful stirs,
For they saw only outer form,
Forgetting children still transform .

Years passed by, and she did grow,
A beauty now with talents to show,
Being inspiration for many...