I Used Jazz Poem by Oche Echoda James

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