The girl,
Never got appreciation,
As she twirl,
For her brethren.

She was a neglect,
In the world,
And she perfects her dialect,
To be with satisfaction whirled.

She was filled with determination,
To be an exception,
As they eyed her with apprehension,
Which they failed at injection.

For she failed to see,
That she was doomed,
In this world of bees,
Which will on her be zoomed.

©VioletEden