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Key Stage 2 - Fair Furlong School:
‘caught in between’ | haikus | mood & colour poems
‘time to go, time to leave’ | visual art | collages

Key Stage 3 - Cleeve School:
storyboards | analysing the film | poems about being different | a new school

My D-Day

I wouldn’t have thought it would happen.
I couldn’t understand what I was being exposed to.
My heart was pounding, like a disease trying to escape from my body.

Sadness strikes again

Upset, alone, different.
Shouting and bawling.
People walking out.
Sadness strikes again.

What will happen next?
What will happen to me and my family?
Will we pull away like the negative part of a magnet?
And sadness strikes again.

Smashing of cups, like a bomb blowing up.
To much pain to handle.
Needed to walk away.
But sadness strikes again.

People walking out on it like it wasn’t happening.
Why did it happen to me?
It caused so much pain and nothing was done about it.
And sadness strikes again.

And a year on from it the pain,
Still lingers on like a foul smelling,
Gas, lingering around the battlefield.

A waste of time and life

Nobody knows, I want to be them
I don’t think they care.
I’ll be slaughtered by my secret,
Like a caterpillar in a field of butterflies.
I would not like to be like them - ever!
“Stop coming here, you’re third class!”
“You’re a runt”,
They would say.
But there I was always,
Drinking from the wrong stream.
On the way to the devil’s hideout,
School lingers ahead.
I canot see and I am deaf to them.
I’m just a waste of time and life.

They think they know what’s best

They think they know what’s best for me.
Confused and alone,
They left me to die.
Like a young bird away from the nest.
Helpless and scared.

Why was I forced down this road?
I know I can’t go on.
Why was this flower picked for me?
It’s dull, dying dead.
They think they know what’s best.

They think they know what’s best for me.
Confused and alone,
They left me in this black hole.
A whole world of nothing,
With no way out.

Why was I forced down this road?
I know I can’t go on.
Why was this flower picked for me?
It’s dull, dying dead.
They think they know what’s best.

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