Teenage

I’m amazing at soccer,
I’m the best in my class,
better than Olivia, Sarah and Leah,
I’m great at soccer,
better than Maria, Ava and Mia,
My best ever skill I have to tell,
all the coaches say I do it so well,
it’s nothing.

New Beginnings come from any region,
any town,
any country
any crowded city waiting to be found.

In Winter,
Everyday is a soft, chilly breeze.
Most animals hibernate so they don’t freeze,
Collecting their food when the time is just right,
A space so small, so tiny but possibly cosy and tight.

In Spring,
Flowers start sprouting and saying their hellos,
Possibly even loud enough you could hear their bellows,
Rain, sun, wind, or fog,
Please remind me to take my daily jog!

In Summer,
We have heat waves that are too hot to cope,
Having cold showers with soap,
Sleeping with Blankets off,
We all need a layoff.

In Autumn,
Leaves fall from big trees,
Orange, red, brown, name all of them, so much to see!
Having hot meals for every meal,
Maybe your favourite colour is teal?

New Beginnings is what we all find difficult and different,
Just please know, this isn’t deliberate.
It’s time to tell yourself “I can be independent!”
Because one day you could have your dream job of a flight attendant.

Remember every new beginning will mean something to you,
Maybe the same as your friends who stick together like glue,
It’s okay to be worried, scared or shy,
Everyone’s different and that’s a wise guy.

(based as if a child in the slums
has wrote this in their diary)

23rd July 2016

Why should deprivation be fair?
HUNDREDS of children go without care.
Collecting water with bare feet everyday,
much to their dismay.

Everyday I am alone,
All I wish for is a home.
Why must people be so rude?
It is not my fault that I am half nude.

I walk to get water for hours and hours on end,
all I want is just one special friend.
Sometimes we don’t have enough to eat,
please let me have this special treat.

All I hope for is my family to be fine,
why must this cruel world be so out of line?
Every time I wake up I feel so tired,
I have to go to work or I might get fired.

Everyday our lives are unexpected,
All we want is to be respected.
I have to earn my pay each and every day,
Even that is not enough, please stop this cruel way.

no one understands,
no one is honest,
no one cares,
I cry everyday,
every hour,
minute,
second,
no one understands,
no one is honest,
no one is trustworthy
stay alone,
block out noise,
shut your mouth and don’t make a peep,
only if you want to survive.
no one understands,
no one cares to ask,
no one is worth hard work,
you’re not worth pain.

Around you,
Windrush child,
The luscious warm waters
Wave you goodbye

Behind you,
Windrush child,
The boat’s decks
Tower into the sky

Inside you,
Windrush child,
Your fear spikes high

Above you,
Windrush child,
The clouds drift across the sky’s sapphire tent

Beside you,
Windrush child,
Crowds of people
Over you bent

And
Think of what the land of opportunity is like

Then
Through your troubles,
hike

Even if
your fears spike

Behind you
The aquatic sea
And creamy sand

In front of you,
A monochrome land

The
cloud of sadness
covers you there

As
The British people
Stop and stare

Even though
They think
you’re not aware

Do they think
You don’t care?

These noises are filling my head,
with only pain and agony.
Masking has only become a little game for me,
where you have to pretend to be normal.
But what is normal?
Yeah, I’m different I know that, I experience that.
But ain’t we all?
Whether it’s the inside or outside,
we are all different.

My Autism shows a different part of me,
a part of me that can be bullied and discriminated against.
My Autism means that I don’t get jokes, or sarcasm.
My Autism means that I have strong senses, unlike you,
I find loud noises, bright lights, strong smells; painful.

I know I’m not normal, and that’s fine
because you’re not normal either,
so don’t act like you’re so perfect ’cause you’re not.
You’re weird too, you’re strange too, probably seem outside the box.
I’m inside the box, and that’s fine by me.

Being autistic means that I’m different,
but that’s fine.
Because I know that I’m always gonna see the world differently.

Listen she said, listen
You may be distraught and maybe a bit overwrought
But you need to remember that I’m always here with you,
Whether you’re suffering
bullying, homophobia or even biphobia.
I’m here for you.

Since we reached are teenage years, we’ve been best friends,
standing up for each other, having each other’s back.
Because I’ve loved you since the dawn of time
and I will carrying on loving you for a thousand years
whether you like it or not.

So, for once in your life,
just listen, please
Because I’m always going to be here for you.

Sun tipped with frosty shimmers
morning mist slowly drifts
revealing shadowy glimmers
of light stepping
white flashing
daintily nibbling sparkling blades
of grass.

Stealthy movement, hunched over
tail in the air
creep closer
no sound, muscles bunch
elastic spring!
In the air, on the ground,
mouse squeaks –
the end.

Locked in a house, and the key’s thrown away,
is there a limit to how long I stay?
Can’t go outside, too much radiation.
Guardians in their stations, telling us about damnation.
Pray to the Creator, put sin to a cessation.
But I see a shining duck, ever so bright,
Leading the way out of my plight.

Tell Guardian Rich, he’s fuming and frightened.
His grasp on my arm has tightened.
Tell the Mentors, dragged by the Supervisor
To the metal machine – the soul divisor.

Love comes in the way in the form of a car,
With a person inside – who’s on his dad’s radar.
He comes and embraces me, butterflies in my heart,
Before the Guards drag us apart.

Comes back again with a strange book,
Dusty and black like a rook.
He promises to save me from this hellhole –
Mine and his only goal.

The day comes where he tells me everything –
That my best friend had been mutilated like a plaything.
Other people in other people’s bodies
To create unnatural, horrifying copies.

The Supervisor comes with her whole crew,
And pin me to a seat as though I’m made of tissue.
Guns don’t work. Nothing does. I’m about to turn to
Nothingness when Guardian Rich says he loves me. Breakthrough.
I wake up. Arthur’s dead. A note for me. I am who?