Not my final bus stop

This is not my bus-stop

Even though my dad as the bishop

Rots in prison, for with little children, he was too free.

This can't be my bus-stop

For after being raped since I was five, I moved on

This is not my bus-stop

Even now that my education has been put to a stop

By a Bishop who loves what lies under children's pants.

This can never be my bus-stop

For dawn cannot be put to a stop

How will this be my bus-stop

When the air cannot stop it's business?

Even now, mother rots in the hell of self pity and poverty and 

Uche dies rapidly from loosing it.

This cannot be my bus-stop

For even in hell, there's eternity

There's eternity for me.

No matter what