This piece is a visual love song dedicated to the bodies of women. Particularly, Black women...but more specifically, us big Black gals. Society's taught us that "fat" is a curse word, and that intrinsic Blackness isn't ideally beautiful. Dark complexions, kinky hair (3c-4c, iykyk), full lips, wide noses, and natural shapely figures are often underrepresented on positive worldstages. Here, however, in a chorus defying societal beauty standards, the ancestors encircle as nature exalts Her. She's reminded, lemons are the makings of creation's sweetest lemonade. She's not dark-skinned—rather, she mirrors Earth, deep hills and valleys kissed by the sun and embraced by the moon. The crown atop her head is thick, healthy, regal, boastful, and vibrant. Her unaltered breasts nourish life, embody genuine ample femininity. She is gloriously voluptuous, naturally large and lovely, soft and hardened in the image of God. Perfectly "imperfect" as she reigns, queen with or without anyone's approval.