I feel fulfilled at the news of my successes
I celebrate so much not minding my excesses
The instant rush of excitement and anxiety
Leave me to worry if the world is really free of cruelty

I was not raised in comfort, ignore my face
I was not formed with ease maybe it's a matter of grace
I am made of storms and a fire, well lit
All that should have broken me but it never did

I am not a regular person, I am not ordinary
Went through thicks and thins even though it was scary
I did not cry neither did I stay glued to a chair
For I desire to sit with kings and be honoured...