Poem: Don't Stop this Bop
Knees weak, palms are sweaty,
Oh no...
this song will be in my head, I have to stop.
I feel my BP drop
And my head is going to pop
What if this is a flop
They'll say: take a dop
I don't do that stuff, but I won't call a cop
on you, That's not my style, not my bop
I don't really want to get to the top
I don't even want to shop
I just want to get by... I'm not a slop
Now there's tears flowing, Someone get a mop
Or on the floor, you gotta hop
At this rate, I might just plop
And let it all go...
-Nabihah Plaatjes
These were my thoughts before we aired our First Digital Awards on Thursday 24 September 2020 (Actually, throughout the entire time that we created the competition).
