Winner of I am Me Poetry Competition, Nafisa Sultana Oni from Osmani Primary School.
Whoosh
I sat there thinking
Is there a reason?
For everything that happened to me in every season?
Getting bullied, stereotyped, or even discriminated
Mixed emotions, crestfallen, furious, and devastated
I let the whole world collapse on me
But is there a reason?
Can I ever get free?
Is there a reason for me not having equal rights as others for the colour of my skin?
Telling me I have to be friends with people who are “black”
And being treated like a bin
Is there a reason
For me not having a partner in something
When others are crowded around their chin
Bewildered and confused, crestfallen, and cheerless, I drowned in my tears
Instead of growing courage, I got more fears
But is there a reason
Is there a reason for everything that happened to me?
Well sadly…
No!
The people who do these things are senseless
They do this because they are cruel
They do this to make you powerless
So the next time someone is like “NO, you don’t belong with us!” or something like that, my answer is “Yeah, Your right. I don’t belong with you because I’m too powerful.”
“She was rarely afraid, and even if she was…she still stood her ground.”
(Quote from book “A Story of Freedom”)