Maggie noticed she was growing,
through her t-shirt she was showing.
Like budding blossoms in the Spring,
her breasts grew hard and began to sting.
Concerned she cried, “What’s wrong with me?
Each day I feel anxiety.
My body’s changing—my mood is bad,
I constantly worry and feel so sad.”
But Momma noticed Maggie’s plight,
the proof was right there in plain sight.
“Maggie, dear, these words please heed,
a training bra is what you need.”
“A training bra!” She shunned the thought;
the pinching strap—the cloth so taut.
Her friends would see it—her life was through,
so what’s a growing teen to do?
A bra was purchased, just her size;
she put it on and to her surprise,
it fit just right—felt really good;
just like a budding woman should.
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