It’s not hard to love me because I am BEAUTIFUL.
I walk around New York City with my head held up high —as usual.
And people stare at my big curly hair like I’m delusional.
But I thank my ancestors for the gift that they gave me.
And if they were here to see how flawless I have become they too would agree.
It's about my roots that traveled from the Black Sea.
Who made me FIVE FEET and not model size.
Or made me tall like a tree.
But it’s about my personality.
Perfection is what