Primary school
grade three
recess
playing
fun
laugh
smile
suddenly
three then
four five
six more
surrounded by
the whole school
Chink Chink
Chink Chink
teacher strolls by
oh the chink child
nothing to do with
me Bloody Chinks
later see one
you were one
run and push
his head into
the corner of
a brick pillar
head thwack
hits cold floor
blood oozes
cannot harm
me anymore
strange how
cruelty leads
me to murder
cold murder
smile no more
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Author:
Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 28th, 2022 02:55
- Comment from author about the poem: i did not kill children grow up
- Category: Children
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- User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1
as a refugee, I relate
to you rage, fuelled
by other's, indifferent
hate..
(thanks for sharing)
L B,
I am half Chinese half English.
Have lost obvious features through the years, 59 now, but in primary school I looked unmistakably Chinese, the only one in school.
No biggy now, dealt with it, but as you would understand, such experiences although mine are miniscule compared to that of orhers, have nevertheless left marks and precipitate responses such as this poem.
Kids mature and for most, behaviour and attitudes change for the better.
I would like to hear your story, please tell me, either here or privately in a mail. zengda@yahoo.com
Darryl, 曾達
Hey L.B.Mek Just dropping by to tell you I've recently met PearceMelville in real life and he's a gentleman and scholar mate ... He's worth your time!
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