You call me fat, ugly and werid
Am I one or all three
You say grow a beard
To match, I disagree

You shame me with words,
You abuse me, to see pain
But all of your rude deeds have proven in vain

You can't stop me now
I'm high in the sky
I bet you never knew
I could steal your guy

I rise, I rise
Above shame, and pain, I do not mope
Instead I thank my God for hope