*psst...its not about breast size*

incarnate as
the devine dreamer
the ridiculed child
of velvet clothes

whose gifts appear
as lunacy by those
who do not know

fragile shell of masterpiece
illuminates dark behind the light
has the guide of ancient tribe

self assured and terrified
for normal is some other wise
the majority would so chose

the chirp, of this fledgling bird
playfully lands on the pristine plate
flapping wings of mirror light
in miraculous delicious delight