I can start to feel the places I go
change. When I walk in I feel as though
they know, I have something to say. I
may not act my age. I may resist the urge
to say, what I really feel I should say. But
I know I have to wait for a better day. A
day when they already want to say my name.
A day where nothing is the same due to fame.
A day where they may or may not take their
shot, because they'll wonder, "What if every
one realized they could have what she's got?"

What if it spreads?
What if I'm too big and too white, too?
What if I do the right thing, could I be supported
by you?
What if I stand before God and all of the people,
and I tell the whole entire world about all their
rich,
deceitful
evil?