This is a real conversation i had at my job sorry if the poem is bad but the words are sound

At work The Principal asked me Mr. White you’re not a Jew so why do u were a star, and I replied first it’s Jewish and no it’s because I’m a Rasta, I guess my answer had her a little displaced, I could tell by the sick look on her face, She said oh so that’s why u have dem thang in you hair, And why u walk around here with that long beard without a care, U know only real Rastas are from the inlands, and they spend most their days wildin, All I did was stand there smilin, She continued to say that it’s nothing but a cult, Hoping to get me to fire back with an angry jolt, She said the my belief wasn’t a real religion, and that if I was born here I should be a Christion, She said came to my church God would save my soul, And that Rasta where demons or that what she was told, By the time she finished a crowd had was outsider her door saying the my religion slack, But as most of my brothers and sisters know Babylon Jackals are only loud in packs, I simply smile and said do u wish to say anymore, cause if your done it is my turn to have the floor, First and foremost locks are holy and not thangs, It even says so in yo bible written by Queen James, And In most spiritual beliefs people don’t shave their beards, So I’m sorry for u if this look a little weird, And IandI family come from everywhere from here to Japan, Our souls where wakened by H.I.M so I guess we’reLion of Zion Clan, His presence drawing us back to that Holiest Of Holy lands, IandI think u for say basically religion isn’t real, Because in all Inesty to I family religion has no appeal, To us religion is children’s type of game, And our Spirituality is on a much Igher plain, and I know you belief that Jesus saves soul, But everyday you are telling the same lies u have told, Everyday walking round here with daggers in hand, ready to penetrate the backs of yo fellow man, It make no sense that we work in a school, And u are calling all of the youths nothing but fools, Most of my lil brother and sisters are suffering and u have no clue, cause u are to busy worry bother who is talking to who, It sad me and the youth here have a better repore, I wish I could talk to you more, but I got to work and I need to go and mop a floor