She was hated by many few'sAnd judged by cruelty of man's egos;
Casted by stone's and threw unto her face,
Yet she turned it into gold in every pieces.
Labelled as dumb and naughty witch,
But big brother never spoiled the bitch;
She came from little too unknown few
Too ride the limelight, and color true.
Oh, too long to face the expected death,
And earned her fame in every inch minutes;
The too dumbed and became wise enough,
Let the world see as she lie in bed of roses.
Goody fame of dying and she got rich,
Left her family with wealth as she breath;
Turn on the TV and read the newspaper,
Jade tell her story pain cervical cancer.
He who have no mistakes throw stone,
For Jade catch it and make it into gold;
No one leaves with any penny with,
A wise mother of two, make her children rich.
And thats the goody fame of dying!
Happy Mother's day and may your soul rest in peace Jade.
