They Call Me Snail
When I was seven-years-old, I was called Snail.
That is a nickname that has stuck to me as a female.
It is odd, but there is a reason for that informal title.
I think it suits me well and is quite rightful.
I tend to take my time to learn new content,
To make sure that I know it by one hundred percent.
I may be considered a slow learner, but that is okay.
I know that I will make it to the top without dismay.
My strive, dedication, and hope will help me succeed.
I am not one to back down, surrender, or recede.
I am powerful because I do not let others sway me,
Into thinking that I am worthless like a debris.
I am confident. I am strong. No one can tear me down.
No matter how long it takes, I will still get my crown!
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