Alexis

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by Alex

I’m a trans
I like being called Alexis
The first book I saw about it
My heart leapt
No one likes me cause I’m trans
I’m also les
I’ve worn a girl outfit

Lunchtime

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by Violet Sedgwick

The sun is high in the blue and clear sky.
Wind blowing through the emerald trees.
A lone bird chirps its sweet sweet songs.
Soaring through the sky.
What once was grey is now quite bright.

The ring echoes up and down the halls.
As the clock turns its hands to hit the time 1:00.
DING!
The floodgates open.
And the stampede storms out.

This way.
That way.
Left and the right.
Silence filled with laughter and screams.
clean floors, no longer shiny and free.

This way.
That way.
They hop, skip and run on the grass.
Football’s flying.
As they pass.

What once was quiet.
Is now filled with noise.
This is the lunchtime with girls and boys.

The Field

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by Riley Lord

The sun is shining, smiling down
as the blissful breeze dances through the grass
birds are singing a beautiful tune
and the field is calm and peaceful

THE RELENTLESS CLOCK STRIKES 12.
FOOTSTEPS OF THE ADVENTUROUS CHILDREN CAN BE HEARD.
LAUGHING, SCREAMING,
SHOUTING WITH JOY,
THIS WAY,
THAT WAY,
UP AND DOWN

Christmas Time

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by Riley Lord

It’s Christmas time for you and I
Let’s have some fun
sledging in the sun,
the snow and the cold
Frosty is ever so bold

Stockings are hung over the chimney with joy
Christmas is a happy day for all girls and boys
It’s almost time
Santa’s almost here
It’s the night before Christmas
Let’s all shout and cheer

It’s Christmas day
and under the tree is where the presents lay
Let’s have a fun time all day long
because we love Christmas, it never goes wrong

My Brother

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by Smita Katare

Very kind is my brother
Intelligent so
Joyfully plays with us
And amazing also
Young in all siblings
And only also
Naughty
Smart
Hardworking too.

To My Sister Dear

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by Hava Omer

Sister, dear, with your endless chatter,
You think you’re witty, but it’s all just a flatter.
You steal my clothes and claim it’s a “share,”
But really, it’s theft—don’t act like you care.

Your room’s a disaster, a sight to behold,
With clothes on the floor, and secrets untold.
You bungle up plans, then throw me the blame,
It’s a wonder you still think this is all just a game.

You brag about cooking, but what a disgrace!
Your burnt toast and soup? It’s a culinary race!
And let’s not forget your taste in music,
It’s a crime against art, simply so bruising.

But in the end, though I tease, I jest,
You’re my sister, and with you, I’m truly blessed.
So, here’s some mean rhymes, maybe done with a grin,
We fight, we annoy, but I’ll always let you win!

Poem from Lynett’s Point of View

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by Hava Omer

In shadows cast by prejudice’s hand
I danced in dreams where dreams demand;
A nought in heart, but lost in prayer,
I wore a crown of false despair.

With skin so pale, in colours bold,
I painted my vision with tales untold
In whispers soft, I swore I knew
The grace of gods born dark like dew.

My love, the Cross, with skin of night,
We shared our hearts in secret light
But cruel hands grasped, like shadows they came,
To crush our dreams, to snuff our flame.

Their laughter echoed, a mocking sound,
As fists of fury broke sacred ground,
Delusion wrapped its gentle thread,
As visions rose before me, dead.

“I am with God,” I chanted low,
A false facade, a hollow glow;
In mirrors tarnished, truth stood stark,
Yet blind was I to the fading spark.

Then came my brother, fierce and wise,
With heavy heart and piercing eyes,
“Look, Lynette,” he urged, with pain unspooled,
“Your soul is lost, your heart a fool.”

I turned to face the cold embrace,
Of the crystal truth, a cruel space;
The mirror showed a shattered face,
A nought, betrayed by time and place.

In clarity’s grip, the darkness fled,
A haunting grief for what was said;
Yet in that moment of bitter pain,
The weight of sorrow rained like rain.

And so I drifted, a fragile dove,
From shattered dreams to skies above;
In twilight’s glow, where shadows creep,
I sought my peace in eternal sleep.

A world divided, cruel and wide,
Left me a ghost, a heart untied;
As whispers faded, I felt the call,
To end the struggle, to break the fall.

In silence deep, my choice I made,
A final breath, a fading shade;
For in the void where hearts once beat,
I found a solace, bittersweet.

This is a poem influenced by the book Noughts and Crosses, written by Malorie Blackman.

Ode to Marie Curie

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by Hava Omer

In shadows deep where few would dare,
A light emerged, a fierce affair—
Marie, the trailblazer of her time,
With intellect and spirit, she began to climb.

From Poland’s cradle, dreams took flight,
To Paris’ heart, where knowledge ignited bright,
With Pierre at her side, they delved profound,
In the realm of atoms, new truths were found.

Their labour bore fruit, a radiant glow,
From uranium’s heart, new elements flow—
In 1898, they claimed their prize,
Polonium and radium, to the world’s surprise.

Nobel Prize in Physics, in 1903,
With Pierre and Henri, they set knowledge free;
For revealing the force of radioactivity’s might,
They transformed how we view the unseen light.

Then in 1911, she soared once more,
A Nobel in Chemistry , she could not ignore—
For isolating radium, its power and grace,
Unlocking the secrets of life’s hidden face.

In silent battles, she faced the unknown,
A warrior for science, her resolve shown—
In a war-torn world, with compassion and care,
She brought forth X-rays, in hospitals to share.

Her legacy thrived, through struggle and strife,
Creating cures – gave new life;
From radiation treatments to diagnostics clear,
Her work laid the groundwork for hope and cheer.

Imagine a world where her light had not shone,
Where cancer’s grasp would stand alone,
With lesser knowledge, and fear uncontained,
Her courage ignited, what brilliance she gained!

Gratitude flows for this trail we tread,
For all she achieved, the paths she led—
In every heartbeat of science today,
Marie Curie’s spirit forever will play.

A steadfast pioneer, with wisdom so vast,
Through trials endured, her legacy will last—
In classrooms, labs; her name we revere,
For the impact she made, we’re grateful, we cheer.

So let’s remember this brilliant star,
Whose light guides our journey, both near and far,
Marie Curie, a luminary bright,
Illuminating the darkness, she defined the night.

Passion’s Purpose

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by Owen Ou

The world spins round, my mind in a daze,
Hollow minds sweep embers in a craze.
Encased in ice, static within a dream,
Love’s embrace melts my fragile heart to cream.

A purpose to be found, ancient gears start to turn.
Set ablaze, my heart, by passions fervent burn.
More than a puppet, never a joke.
Love’s care, you sought to invoke.

At ease, my mind at rest, my eyes tear.
Losing my everything, always my fear.
From glacial hell, your righteous hand gave thaw.
Struck by love, frozen yet again, only in awe.

My Brother

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by Smita Katare

V- very kind is my brother.
I – intelligent so
J- joyful he is and
A-amazing so
Y-young
A-and also
N-naughty is too
S-smart and
H-hardworking too.