Bianca Belle


Bianca Belle knew full well:
A Belle wears white, plain and bright,
To her first ball within fairy Hall.

She wanted to rebel, shh, don’t tell!
She fought, ignoring all she’d been taught,
And did her own thing, finding her inner bling.

She added orange beads, like tiny seeds,
Dangling on citrine fringe: a wild color binge.
Bianca was one in a million at the cotillion.

She set a new trend by refusing to bend
To her parent’s tradition, creating a mission
Of being unique, true to herself, bold and chic.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

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