Why do people do ... ?
The things ... that they do ... ?!?
  
It's ...
Funny ... to me ... !!!
  
Is it ...
Funny ... to you ... ???
  
NOT ... !!!!! ...
Funny ... Ha Ha ... !!!!!
  
..... " Funny " ......
with ... NO LAUGHS ... !!!!!!
  
When people ... Do Things ...
That ... BREAK ... Peoples' Hearts ... !!!
  
Like Men ... BEATING Wives ... !!!!
Or .... Girls who .... "Connive" ....
  
See .....
These ... Are The People ... !!!
who lives are ... Contrived ... !!!
  
So ...
Why do they do it ... !?!
Their actions are ... STUPID ... !!!!
  
They Think ... they're ...
Sooooooo ... SMART ... !!!!
  
But ...
What's in their ... Heart ... ???
  
A vision of ... TRUTH ...
or a life of ... PURE FARCE ... !!!!!
  
I'm writing ... This Piece ...
cos' of ... something I Saw ... !!
  
A fight on ... my street ...
but hey ... What was the score ... ?!?
  
I'm just at home ... cooling ...
Watching ....  " Channel Four " ....
  
but ...
Next thing you know ...
I'm out the front door ... !!!
  
I hear a girl ... CRY ... !!!
Then see ... a white guy
who CLEARLY ... was ... FUMING ... !!!!!
  
I asked myself ... " Why " ... ???
  
Next thing you know ...
I hear a glass ... SMASH ... !!!
  
The girl ... and her child ...
were making a ... DASH ... !!!!!!!!
  
The White Guy ...
Still SHOUTING ... !!!!!
  
Picked up ... A BILLBOARD ... !!!!!!!!!!
  
and then tried to ... RAM IT ...
Right Through The ... Pub Door ... !!!!!
  
I figured ... " Maybe " ... ?
I should make a ... " Call " ...
  
But ...
This is the ... " Story " ...
of what I then ... SAW ... !!!!!
  
A pair of police ...
pulled up on the street ...
and grabbed the white guy ...
Like Butchers ... GRAB MEAT ... !!!!!
  
The white guy ... Complained ... !!!
and still wasn't ... " tame " ... !!!
  
and this is where ... " NUMBERS " ...
then entered  .... " The Game " ....
  
Next thing you know ...
NOT ... ONE Car or ... TWO ...
  
But ...
  
VAN Upon VAN ...
of ... MORE POLICEMAN ... !!!!!
  
The way they were coming ....
had people like ... Damnnnnnnnn ... !!!!!!!!
  
It took .....
SEVEN ... of them ... !!!!!
to control this ... ONE MAN ... ?!?
  
The rest of them ...
STOOD THERE ...
Just like a ... " Street Gang " ...
  
I took one ... " Aside " ...
  
and said ...
  
"Listen man, why ?
So many of you,
to restrain, this one guy ?"
  
He said,
  
"A one on one struggle
could leave someone hurt !"
  
I then bit my tongue ...
  
But thought ....

( SHUT UP, You Berk !!! )
  
But then ... one of them ...
Tried to ... Argue with me ... !!!
  
I said ....
  
"Look at your wagons,
just blocking my street !
It's simply, excessive !
Don't argue with me !
On my Thursday Night,
I don't want to see !
My road blocked with cars
cos' of, STUPID POLICE !
Your actions, as usual,
aren't necessary !"
  
Now I know they're ...
... " Peacekeepers " ...
  
But Hey ...
  
What's with police ... ???
  
In Fact ......
You know ... WHAT ... !!!
  
... The Police ... !!!!! ...
  
SEE ....
  
Why do they do it ?
Treat People like ... MEAT ... !!?!!
  
They are a ... " Factor "
in ... VIOLENT STREETS ... !!!
  
Don'y You ... all agree ... ???
  
Well ... whether you do ...
Let's make this ... COMPLETE ... !!!
  
What about people ...
Who do .... " Poetry " .... ?!?
  
I've been quite ... AMAZED ... !!!
by the number who ... " Teach " ...
  
and then ... get on the stage ...
with ... NONSENSE RIDDEN SPEECH ... !!!!!
  
I Fear ... for our children ... !!!!!
If ... people who teach ...
write poetry suited ...
  
For .... " ADULT TV " ....
Expletives in poems
and ... " Vulgarity " ... !!!!!
  
YES ... I use it TOO ... !!!!!
  
But i'm ...
  
NOT PAID ... to teach ... !!!
  
It seem that ... " Some Teachers " ...
NEED ..... " Dictionaries " ......
  
Now .....
You may not agree ... !!!
  
But ...
How would you feel ... ?
  
If your child was ... " Reliant " ...
on people who ... " Read " ...
  
Poetry written ...
About A ... " Barbie " ... !?!
  
These are ... The People ...
who think they can ... " Teach " ... ?!?
  
No wonder our children ...
are now ... " Human Sheep " ... !!!!!
  
My Wordplay's .....
More ............. " Lucid " ............ !!!
  
But ...
Many take ... " Pride " ...
In Proving They're ... STUPID ... ?!?
  
So here's my ...
LAST Question ...
  
" Why Do People ... Do It ... ??? "

Child abuse!
Child abuse!
What kind of a monster are you?

Children all over the world are being abused.
They are abused at home by their parents,
At school by their teachers,
And as they play with thier peers.
They suffer from the East, North, West and South.

What then should be done to make an end to this problem?
Parents, teacher and friends,
Lets all think about this problem,
Lets all try to make an end to it.

THANK YOU!

it has been ages since i have felt
the grass beneath my feet.
a long time since i have stood, helplessly laughing,
as someone drenches me with a garden hose.
a long long time since someone broke an egg over my head
and used it as shampoo.
an even longer time since i watched my father fixing the seat of my little pink bicycle
and ran around the garden
with my curls bobbing in the wind.

relatively

it's been a short time since i left the school i called my home
a short time since i walked the corridors late at night when everyone had left
and early in the morning before they got there.
not long at all since i swung the hoover again and again over the floors
and sang castle on a cloud.
a short time has passed since i called alana by her surname
since she stood outside the classroom watching silently as i cleaned
and sang of hoping for a better day.
since she saw me walking down the corridor
bent over with the weight of all the things in my heart
and snapped at me lovingly "scarlett! head up!"
i still think of that
when life becomes tiring
when i walk down the street and find myself looking at the floor.
i think of sally and her own brand of concern,
of brigitte, nina, wendy
and the time they spent ensuring i was ok
even when i wouldn't let them
(especially when i wouldn't let them).

of mark and tracy, who wouldn't let me give up on myself
(my self)
even when i broke
even when i couldn't stand it anymore
mark would make snipping scissor motions with his fingers:
'do you want to be a hairdresser?'
tracy, making me smile
showing me how to understand
that i didn't have to apologise
for being
me.

of joe, who gave me the key to the little hut
and told me it wasn't alarmed
when he found me sitting outside the school door at 6am
for the fourth week running.
i went to the hut that evening
and opened the door
inside the cupboard at the back was a duvet and a pillow.

they made me understand kindness, these people
the ones i knew cared, even when i wouldn't really let them.
they taught me so much more than their lessons contained
held me up to the window and showed me the light of day
through the cracks.
i waited
bided my time
held on with them behind me
my silent guardians, watching, willing me collectively on.

i want to do them proud
they are what keeps me going
when i see them again
i feel how others must feel when they go home.

these people are more than my friends
more than my surrogate parents, even
they have been my saviours through the years
when i was too tired or too naive to save myself.

i have no words, really
to express the gratitude i feel towards them.
and yet somehow i must write something
even though it can't come anywhere close
to what i'd like
to say.

i guess really
that the only thing i can say to all of them
is
i love you all
and thank you
more than you will ever
ever know.

I go to school
I sit in class
I love to write
But I hate math

Behind my desk
I try to add
I draw the shapes
I make the graph

Learn formulas
I get confused
It's much too hard
Too many rules

Daddy can teach
He goes to schools
He shows them math
He knows the rules

I leave the bus
Dad gets the door
"How was your day?"
"I learned some more!"

Dad says, "Good Job,"
And turns to leave
I yell out, "Wait!
Can you help me?"

Dad hesitates
He sits me down
I bring out math
He starts to frown

"How is this hard?
Here's what you do!"
I smile as he
Explains the rules.

"I get it now!
Let's do this one!"
"I have to go
But you have fun."

My daddy leaves
I wear his frown
I try the math
It's harder now

"Daddy come back!"
I start to yelp
"I'm sure at school
That they can help."

I go to school
I sit in class
I love to write
But I hate math

Behind my desk
I just can't see
Can Mrs. teach?
She's not Daddy

I raise my hand
I wait a while
"Can you help me?"
Mrs. just smiles

"It's not all wrong.
Here's what you did.
Let's try it slow
And get it fixed."

That's not so hard
That's kind of cool
I laugh as she
Explains the rules

"Mrs. please stay
For just one more."
"I'm glad to help!
It's not a chore."

Before class ends
We take a test
I'm scared but I
Wish for the best

I turn it in
I start to leave
"I'm proud of you!"
Mrs. tells me

I check my grade
Right by the door
An "A" in math?
What in the world?

I leave the bus
Dad gets the door
"How was your day?"
"I learned some more!"

Dad says, "Good Job,"
But doesn't stay
I yell out, "Wait!
I got an A!"

Dad smiles. "In math?
I'm proud of you!
Maybe one day
You'll teach math too!"

I'm really glad
I learned the rules
But math should still
Be banned from schools

Thank you Mrs.
For teaching me
Since my Daddy
Had to go.

I have always struggled in all grades of school    
Teachers always thought of me as the angry fool    
    
I love to read, I love to draw and I love to write,    
But no one won when they got me to actually fight    
    
So very lonely, I dreaded going to school everyday    
There was no one to stop that in a loving way    
    
No one understood my issues that had yet to be reveled    
I had yet to learn that what was broken could be healed    
    
No one cared to know what was the matter with the freak    
That knowledge was not for the average person so weak    
    
I grew stronger mentally each day, my mentality growing hard    
I didn't know that in the future I would be given a lucky card    
    
A card called Lincoln, the home of the Phoenix    
People don't always go willing there, and few actually picks    
    
Almost in the center of a town I didn't really know    
There is a school like no other school in the USA, you'll wish you could go    
    
Once you hear how the teachers actually help you    
How the food is kinda good most days and people actually care, it's true    
    
I didn't believe it at first, no, not at all    
I didn't talk to anyone; I hid in a dark hall    
    
Then I met a boy in Physical Education, P.E. who called me Gypsy, thanks to my skirts    
He introduced me to the rest of his friends and they eased life's hurts    
    
My school saved my life; they helped me so very much    
My school may be called Lincoln but it has a mothers loving touch    
    
And when I was homeless they helped me find a place to stay,    
They made sure I was safe and secure each and every day    
    
They helped me overcome my issues with math and taught me more    
About poetry and rather than any door I could have opened I opened Lincolns Door    
    
They taught me that I shouldn't be afraid to learn and no one would hurt me    
If I got things wrong, with praise and love I flourished and it is clear to see    
    
I will always be a part of Lincoln and Lincoln a part of me, for only the lucky go to Lincoln, the place only the few picks    
That with college coming up Lincoln the home of the Phoenix  
  
That High School will always have a part of my heart

why is it that I can’t leave my things
without you having to open them
they are mine, and they are personal
they will scare you and make you cry
so for your own good, don’t open them
my world is darker than the color black
you have never been where i am and
you will never understand it so don’t,
leave my things alone, they are mine

*(s.m)

Dogs are odd funny creatures,
they're big and small with all sorts of features.

And every once in a while,
if given a smile,
They can be the very best teachers.

as a child
no one ever could believe my favorite color
could
be
light.
to be precise
the morning light on a cloudy day
the deep light dove gray
of the sun behind the clouds
yellow, they could believe
gold,
they loved the sheen
but not gray.
gray was plain boring,
simply too gray
I was told to pick another
pick another?
was it so preposterous that
I loved the color that
was to oft left behind?
they told me to be a normal child
and enjoy the random reds
the mediocre blues
the grassy greens
but it will always be that light
shade
of
gray
for me.

Next to a mother,
Near a father,
Beside and behind
Every parent,
There's a teacher.

i. you will forget the way his voice sounds and it will be okay
ii. your mum is your best friend, regardless of who else is there for you at the time.
iii. do not get drunk and call him and tell him you miss him, because he won’t come back.
iv. **** your pride. if you’re wrong, admit it, if you ****** up, apologise. your pride isn’t worth losing someone.
v. school is important, **** it up and make time for studying.
vi. chase after your dreams.
vii. just because he stopped loving you doesn’t mean you should stop loving yourself.
viii. your teachers are on your side. respect them.