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Poetry By: Indie Skreet

first day and first impressions of children's home

Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 12    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

As they looked me up and down

I returned gesture with frown

Alison with straight white hair

Blunt cropped fringe; cool dark stare

Smirk disturbed; agitated

Cooled my blood; swiftly hated.

Mixed raced siblings, swollen tummy

Bulging eyes; one a dummy

Blonde tight curls, so appealing

Both with postures unrevealing.

Romi natural only child

Unattractive, dark hair wild

Stared at me with passive awe

My dislike, hard to ignore

I was the oldest, felt quite bitter

To be burdened with this litter

Of waifs and strays beneath my class

Supping from cracked cut-glass

Pledged to isolate from this

Close my door in silent bliss

Yet this was vetoed from the start

Compelled to take an active part

In a role I was misplaced

Believed to be in poor taste

But my choices now curtailed

Realisation I had failed

In living life as others did

I, another unwanted kid.


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