Process Called Change Poem by Courtenay Maree

Hey y'all remember this old face? Oh yes I'm shakng up this place...
Fatten-up & super-sized my purse, I'm about to release a whole new curse
Checking my new flashy hairstyle, you'll be begging, pleading in a lil while
Got a superior sence of taste, why would I let such potential go to waste

What make me strong, is what made me strange, Time to toast for this change
Cash is money is by the clock, and I'm a master at this tick tick tock
Bettter catch up and hurry hurry hurry, 'cause I'm looking better than your mac flurry
Spit your little gangster words, but to me y'alls looking like politician turds

I'm a new born woman, and this heart aint game so buster you cant win, Say whatsup to my confession
cause I've found a fresh way of dressin
My mistakes that shook me wise, take a look at these shimmering eyes
I've got me a renounced glow, Nobody gone make me their pimped out hoe

I'm larger than this life, so mother fluffers chew on this trouble and strife