I'm not Valencia 

Nor I'm a Sierra

I'm Alexa

Goddess

Of sleeping in

With messy curly hair

I don't wake up like Beyonce

But I do have sass and flare

I am the lakes of Central America

The big hills of San Francisco

I am my mom's serious face

But I have my dad's humor

Some days I'm leather, others lace

Forever young at heart with songs

Such as "Colors of the Wind"

Some days I'm right, others wrong

I am spring flowers

I am summer heat

I am fall leaves

And in the winter I never miss a beat

I'm not Valencia

Nor am I Sierra

I am Alexa

Goddess