Bra Angst

Bra Angst


Maggie noticed she was growing,
through her t-shirt she was showing.
Like budding blossoms in the Spring,
her breasts grew hard, began to sting.

Concerned she cried, “What’s wrong with me?
Each day I fill 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, to her surprise,
it fit just right—felt real good;
just like a budding woman should.