I think I was only 4 years old, living in west London.
I had always enjoyed going to school.
Meeting new people and learning new things.
Making new friends every minute, ready for what a new day brings.
As a multi-cultural city, my friends were from very different cultural backgrounds.
A heart so pure and curious
I enjoyed learning about different traditions, religions and food.
Which sustained my happy mood.
A joyful and happy nature I possessed
Not realising what would happen next,
As a 4 year old would become 7
Recognising that the earth was no heaven.
One day on the playground, a game was played.
All little boys were chasing the little girls, choosing who they liked the most.
I did not mind that no one chased me,
However the comments that were made were surprising to me.
A group of little boys approached me and said.
"no one would chase you because your skin is dark and your hair is ugly".
I didn't not know what to say, so i just walked away.
Hiding my tears, hoping to make them pay.
Silly little boys that make comments is one thing
However, receiving similar comments from a parent makes you wonder.
Does my skin have to be fair and my hair straight to be beautiful?
What difference did it make?
The hideous comments has unfortunately turned to physical,
Pushed, shoved and tripped
These bullies were relentless,
Learning the true meaning of it is to be different.
Alas, the groups were formed and refined
Such like the movie 'Mean girls' but not as well defined,
A power created by some people
To rule and remind is that we are not equals.
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Poetry by Comparison
PoetryI have written poems for 10 years, this is an opus of my work for the last 10 years, all poems have been adapted from my previous collection. I aim to publish the full story, my personal poems, with snippets of my short stories as an added bonus cha...
