1
I've been summoned
The headmaster's voice is
Unusually quiet
It's about your poem
On war
I'm scared because I'm
looking at my shoes
and they're not clean
the route to school is long
and often dirty,
sometimes slippy
infront of the tanning
factory.
Do you know what futile means ?
His voice is not unkind,
Looking up I nod and meet his steely gaze,
Mum says it when she's cleaning,
It'll only need doing again
Sir
Good girl.
His pat on the head
makes me jump
You can go now.
Confused,
I return to class.
It's sewing today.
I'm finishing my dress.
2
Our pictures are on the wall
Mine is of our “ faithful” dog Prince
Which is funny really
Since he goes missing regularly
I’ve written it quite neatly
Along with
I want to be a meteorologist
And I omit to say because
My dad says I should
Nevertheless
He’s wiping a tear
Could be he’s happy
It's not always that clear
3
Writing draws me out
A long string
My mother knitted me
Somehow
This metaphor is insufficient
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