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).

 

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