Christmas is here
To spread the holiday cheer,
Christmas lights hung around town
Time to turn that frown upside down.
People out shopping
Christmas crackers keep on popping,
X-mas puddings being served
After all they’re well deserved.
Carols being sung
As candy fizzes on your tongue,
Christmas trees put up
Wine drunk from a cup.
Christmas is here
To spread holiday cheer,
All I can say
Is Merry X-mas and happy new year. YAY!
Verbal abuse when they torment you by words,
Physical abuse is when you mind blanks out and blurs,
Psychological abuse this causes actions like mental anguish,
Child abuse when kids our age, younger and older we must banish,
Everyone who’s affected turns either black or blue ,
Please help out, there’s loads of clues
Who dances around
Makes a lot of sound?
Has two fuzzy friends?
Who does gymnastics
because he likes to bend?
He has a top stripy hat
He is also a cat
Can you guess?
It’s Cat in the Hat
that makes a mess
I walk on a road
of isolation.
It felt like I was cooked
alive. The time ticks
as I rot.
Sweat dripping in a pool
colliding with the stream
of tears.
A waterfall running
like a marathon.
But the second it spills…
it’s steam.
All I see is heat.
But from what?
I look up to my eyes
meeting with the devil.
I look away with agony.
The Sun’s ray leaves
A brief burning cessation
on the flowers in my eyes.
I go on and on
with my endless journey.
I sing for help as I melt.
I curse the Sun
for its explosions
and fire that creates
a beast bringing its anger
down on humans.
I stop in mid-track.
The small wind whines
weakly.
Anger. What if the Sun
is just angry
at us humans?
What for?
What if it’s angry
because of our criticism?
The Sun gives light.
Helps crops grow.
Gives vitamins
to keep healthy.
What do we give back?
Nothing but complaints.
“It’s too hot.”
All of our judgment
turned the Sun into
a demon, the devil.
The Sun does not blind.
Our selfish need
of satisfaction blinds.
We’ve been caught
in a diversion.
Not seeing the rotting
bird trapped in its cage.
I stand there realising
our mistakes.
We say we curse
the Sun.
I fall on my knees.
Then on my stomach.
I fall in a hole of darkness.
The Sun is the one that curses.
There’s boys and girls out there
who may have nothing to wear.
Seeing them shiver on Christmas Day,
whilst everyone else is having a buffet.
Kids our age just want a pound
which makes our heads spin around.
No food, water drinking out of the drains,
this gives them dreadful pain.
More than 120,000 children
will be homeless this Christmas
so in our city streets don’t harass,
make their Christmas this year
a reminder of how special they are.
Just please, please help out this Christmas.
My sister is so pretty,
even though she’s not a star in the city,
she is a star in my eyes
but may also tell cheeky lies.
I love my sister,
she does not need a Mister,
she is my young beautiful smart sister
We have memories like gymnastics
when I twist her.
She has been through loads,
even when she wants to make me explode.
Check ups, checkups
everyday after this we do ballet.
Guess what?
I love my sister a lot.