Child, a girl needed to start from somewhere
When you’re made for fame, you’re made for fame
I remember after my sentence here
Nouns and adjectives made people forget my name
What names wasn’t i called?

But child, a girl needs to start from somewhere
It felt like forever. The government gave the bars
While i gave the rhythm
To people who had forgotten
How it felt to feel special

They made me an altar
I would stand on it and give the best performance
Birds had nothing on me
I was the queen of melody

So child when they try to stop you
Remember i caught my crowd in a pit
And tamed them with my beat
When they ask you who you are
Give them the name.

_ Winniefred F. Gbemuotor