Waking up in the mornin', picking my writing utensil.

Pulling out my composition book, my brain trying to settle.

Thinking to myself about becomin' a star.

I can imagine myself just tryna live large.

Finding a website to post my verses.

A website named "Power Poetry", I found my purpose.

Posting my lyrics for everybody to see.

Thinking that people won't be too fond of me

I don't care, I'm just tryna have fun.

I know my words might be a burnt out from the sun.

I understand that my journey has already begun.

Understandin' is the key, so I can't give up.

And being that I am, the kind of girl that I am.

Just expect to be blessed

Being myself, the rest just flows.

I'll be standing on my star while the rest just explode.