Am I anxious, am i nervous? Haven’t I always made a statement? In whatever I do and what I am, that of self-belief, courage, endearance and empathy?
You know you have and will for eternity…admit; you’ve always stolen the show, haven’t you?
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman