Faustina Ama Dadson
Whenever Ama passed the street
She said a greeting in a voice sweet
The boys won't blink an eye to the flies
She was just as beautiful as green skies
Ama always carried a bag of books
A serious student with humble looks
And when she spoke, a courteous girl
Her hair run down her butt in a curl
In fine, she had everything in herself
To make the girls wonder in themselves
So on, they worked harder for the light
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Faustina Ama Dadson, yesterday night
Was lying down the street bleeding and soul fled.
By Kweku Atta Crayon.
Whenever Ama passed the street
She said a greeting in a voice sweet
The boys won't blink an eye to the flies
She was just as beautiful as green skies
Ama always carried a bag of books
A serious student with humble looks
And when she spoke, a courteous girl
Her hair run down her butt in a curl
In fine, she had everything in herself
To make the girls wonder in themselves
So on, they worked harder for the light
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Faustina Ama Dadson, yesterday night
Was lying down the street bleeding and soul fled.
By Kweku Atta Crayon.
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