In the canvas of her heart, hues diverse, A girl embraces love in every universe. Bisexual whispers in her soul's refrain, A symphony of colors, not just black or white, but a spectrum's gain.
Yet, her father's gaze, a disapproving frown, Judgments cast, love's colors drowned. "You don't know yourself," his words declare, A disconnect, a rift, a silent despair.
In the mirror, she gazes, reflections blurred, A clash of acceptance, where love's obscured. The spectrum of her truth, vibrant and bold, Yet, paternal disapproval, a story untold.
In the silence, she questions, her identity, Struggling against the currents of conformity. Bisexual whispers, like petals unfurled, A journey of self-discovery in an uncertain world.
But let her heart bloom in the garden of her truth, Bisexual hues, the colors of her youth. For in the tapestry of love, every shade, Deserves a space where acceptance won't fade.
In the dance of acceptance, let love be free, A symphony of bisexuality, her reality. Though her father may falter, she'll stand strong, A girl embracing herself, where she truly belongs.
