Teenage

The floor is shiny, glossy and clean
So is the kitchen counter and bathroom too
All shoes are polished, parlour’s pristine
Curry’s been made, along with rice and steaming stew

They’ve slaved in factories, they’ve fought in wars
Although history has wronged, misjudged, misled
They’ve touched the moon, they’ll conquer stars
Fought tooth and nails for food they should’ve been fed

Every book I read, every word I swallow
Every second sat studying at school
A product of protests from women, wives and widows
With men’s contributions, kind and cruel

The 21st Century is a good century to be a girl
Though our past of violence mustn’t be forgotten
As history’s hi-jinks continue to unamusingly unfurl
We mustn’t lose the progress which we have gotten

This essay, which is meant to introduce the widespread public
To the problems which are overtly intimate to the student community
Every year, twice, students are overburdened with incredible stress
(Or four times a year – it depends on where you live)
It is a stress which some of you might be going through right now…
Examinations
Which calculate the worth of a student
And their potential for working in a job
Based on their ability to guess MCQ questions
And remember very specific points about the decline of Tsarist Russia
Okay, am I at one hundred words yet?
Can I get an A+ on this academic essay please?

words: snap them in your bag
swirl them round your head
rinse and spit them out
hold them off and go to bed
‘words’ is just the term
for the things that live inside
they want to escape their nonsensical forms
but are dangerous once alive.
So pick and choose the worthy
discard and forget the glib
spring clean all the dirt
and now they may leave your lip

The plush clouds oozed light
bleeding gold over the land
forcing the people alive
forcing us to stand

Dark veins of iron twist, molten
wrap the suffocated jewels of your eyes
clamped in cold

Clod churned and squashed under feet
we don’t outweigh the earth’s soft clay
but wish for the power to grind it all to dust

peel back the layers of fine time
what to you see?
the corners wander for dippers
slip beneath

spring’s tight buds
unravelled
into sparse blue skies

Race cars are cars
They drive and race
in the racecourse in the town
Any three race car drivers win in 1st, 2nd and 3rd
and all didn’t win and its like
V8 supercars and F1 formula.

Take your weary mind and ears
And listen a while with me
Under the brown and weathered trees
What a strange life
This has become
Days all bleeding into one
I’m glad it’s almost done
Close your eyes, learn
To breathe a little
Open your eyes and
Leave behind everything

We are using too much water and electricity.
What is our planet going to be?
In the sea plastic remains
And our Earth is in great pain

Our Earth is getting polluted and people are still chopping trees
Our Earth is yelling, ‘STOP!! PLEASE PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!”
We will pollute the Earth with cars if we don’t stop
We will need TO GO TO MARS!

You throwing plastic will make fish die
Burning bushes will make us fry
You smoking chimneys will make make us choke
Do something now IT IS NOT A JOKE..

It changes fast
It was a blast. while it lasted
Now we’re really out of time
We really made a crime
Ice is melting to water
Our climate is getting hotter
There’s nowhere to run
The end has begun.
Animals get no care
They were not aware.
The water is rising,
And that’s unsurprising
Mother Nature’s consequence.
Is nothing to mess with.