To the world I am down
A very grievous young lady
whom they think they can consume with their cheer.
But I've already given a reason
Yet they do not hear.
My heart is mounted with all that I do cry for
and all that I want to change
But if I'm not effervescent
I'm found to be very strange.
So stereotypical, wanting me to be someone much greater.
But the question they need to ask themselves is "Would she be happy later?"
Big feet, small breast, bony waist, big thighs
Sagacity isn't due to you
Because God is wise.
Yet I overpower your words
And eventhough it took a while
I can always sit here and embrace you with a smile