(a poem by 10 year old Emma)
(This
is how kids feel when they are in trouble…)
Is
it day,
Or
is it night?
Is
it dark,
Or
is it light?
Is
it wrong,
Or
is it right?
Am
I blind,
Or
have I sight?
Now
my face is full of tears
Locked
away,
For
many years,
I
shout so loud, but no one hears.
Not
quite sure what I’ve done wrong,
I
escape with my song.
Past
the ‘guards’,
And
teaching staff,
Making
sure I don’t laugh.
I
sneak back into class.
Now
I am free!
(Emma
Dimitrova, my 10 year old daughter, 17/03/2019)
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