Babitha
A Babitha is like a hot mess in a pretty package. She’s got the voice of an angel, the moves of a diva, and the heart of a saint, but she’ll still cuss you out if you mess with her friends.
My Babitha friend sang me to sleep. I now have a voice in my head that won’t shut up.
She danced in my hallway during lunch. I got a detention. She got a standing ovation.
She defended me from a group of bullies. They ran. She cussed them out. I cried. I was proud.