Once a perfect pure place,
Now a soon to be a disgrace.
Walls and halls and photos too,
Maybe next is my roof?
The vicious waves crash on my walls,
Sometimes I think it will take me all at once.
I am a punching bag for the waves,
This is not a game!
This is the last I will speak,
The waves are my enemy!
Help me, please!
People need to stop cutting the trees.
Days pass as I get closer and closer
Nothing left for me
I might as well wait for my fate to be.
Heartbroken with no way back.
It’s my final day
Will they remember me or will I stay in a dark place of their heart?
It’s time to be one with the sea.
It’s about time for my fate to be sealed from the light of the world.
Photos on the wall now mean nothing.
Memories they are all destroyed from this world as the waves brutally
Crash into the cliff and the air just thinks this is a game
And when I die history will retell itself and I feel sorry.
For destroying other houses like mine.
But I have no choice, I hoped that I wouldn’t destroy another house
But fate is fate, I have to do it
I’m the golden sun
Who always says hello
I’m the glittery moon
Who has sweet dreams
I’m the pretty rainbow
Who has hidden treasure
I’m the sunny day
Who is ready and happy to play
I’m the black night
Who shows a constellation of stars
I’m the shooting star
Who is full of wishes
I’m me
Who I can be
I follow my heart
Into the stars
As I sat on the cliff I realised,
The cliff departed with the sea,
And saying my final squeak of a door hinge,
I sat calmly as I fell apart,
As I became the monster of destroying cliffs
I might not have long left to stay here,
Pictures on each wall, memories for all,
Waiting for me to go,
I hope I have a long time left until
I go.
Memories from here, all disappear, I know
It is time to say goodbye to friends and family
It is time
He is my Dad,
He never makes me sad.
He gives me lots of kisses…
And asks me lots of quizzes.
With every step, with every fall…
He lifts me up and helps me stand tall.
He is gentle he is kind.
But when I am naughty he does mind.
He works hard day and night shift…
And surprises me with wonderful gifts.
He shows me the way to light…
And I never go out of his sight.
With gentle hand and loving heart
He helps me grow and never depart.
On Father’s day we celebrate too
For all the love, support and guidance true.
Thank you Dad for being my rock.
Our hero, mentor and forever lock.
I wish him a very very happy Father’s day…
Though I love him every single day.
My cheeks are blush red,
My lips are glossy pink.
Everything will work out,
As long as I do the right thing.
She was judged before she opened her eyes,
She knew nothing of the world’s cruel lies.
She felt like a trapped little mouse,
Already judged inside her own house.
People wanted her to be fair,
But the weight of it — she couldn’t bear.
They said being fair would take her far,
As if her brown skin was a scar.
She never chose the shade she wore,
But they treated her colour like something to abhor.
What was her fault? What was the sin?
She didn’t know race was something to begin.
As she lays down, it still lingers,
Why they pointed at her with fingers.
She was just a little girl,
With a hidden, precious pearl.
At day’s end, she longs to be seen,
Just like any other fair teen.
Sometimes she blamed her own self,
Buried beneath thoughts of someone else.
She feared the world of people so mean
But she knew she was stuck inbetween
All she wanted was to be proud…
Not buried, but to rise from the ground.