She

She was young
She was pretty
She would smile and be bubbly
She loved her life
She loved her work

Until

she was uprooted from all the joy to complete melancholy
She was objectified
She was checked out
She was made to feel insecure
She was made to feel weak
She was made to feel vulnerable
She was broken down
She was raped
By those hedious monsters of society

She but was she
She was strong
She was capable to overcome those insecurities
She built herself up again piece by piece
And joint herself to a new she
Who was not as bubbly or smiling, but still had a beating heart and would breathe