all the subjects, even maths
alI have proudly passed
many were called to the class
few were saved from the crash
at the beginning of the past
I swore by my popular name, Babs
to take it upon myself as a task
to read hard, which is my tax
just to escape the position of the last
went through with irregular cash
even inhaled unwanted gas
but I made it through the bars
now I can throw my step dance
with my mouth filled with praise
for I know God has being my jazz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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