Tangled tresses,
messy dresses,
that's how I go to school.
Eyes all staring,
all comparing,
kids can be so cruel.
Mom too busy,
in a tizzy,
She treats me like a fool.
Brain all yearning
for some learning
so I can be real cool.
No one listening,
my eyes glistening,
I've learned the golden rule.
Pay no attention,
never mention
that I'm stubborn as a mule.
Keep on trying,
'til I'm dying,
This will be my tool
to success.
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