Her feet are ugly, But her smile is pretty. Her chest is small, But her waist is fit. The boys all like her, But for all the wrong reasons. Her hair is short, But her weave looks nice. She looks healthy, But has diabetes. I have all these things, Does this make me different? Yes, I get moody, and I have flaws. No I’m not rich but I get along. Yes I have dreams, but they seem far along. I can’t change what God gave me. But I can accept it.