Oh my goodness
Can it be?
I am the queen of Black Jack
And it sets me free.
Drowning out the voices of past
Voices that said in education I would not last
Telling me my life is a waste with an empty head
So what was the point then?
Why was I born? I should be dead.
Teachers had no idea
Neither did I, in some ways I didn’t care…
Yes I did
I wanted to prove I could be loved
But these guys I was with made me…
And made me see
That real love just seemed not to be attached to me
Keep them keen but treat them mean
That way I give them no time to affect me
Voices of high school that followed me
Stalking me like the grim reaper
Waiting for me to fail my exam paper
Literacy, language barriers and numeracy
I needed to attend classes consistently.
Focus and psychologically tell myself I have a purpose
And there you have it…
I did it…
Passed with a distinction
Amount to nothing they said
Now I can dig a whole and put those dead voices to rest
Look ahead my soul tells my head
Yes I am walking in the right direction.
The teachers that first caused negative affliction
Smile as they see a less rebellious me
They pat me on the back and say they’re proud of my results
In a moment, I forgot all their past insults
The plan now is to study hard against all possible contingencies
Which means I must behave and attend classes with consistency
So I can receive all that’s in my ordained destiny.
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