When the wind blows my hair back, I am everyone.
The bundle under the bed in the biscuit tin!
I kept things that were memories.
I opened it and everything was broken
My braces, my Nana’s glued ornament
The school photo with glorious Miss King.
A mistake had occurred and I got a wound for it
They beat me to the ground
5 girls with shining shoes and angry mouths
My eye got hurt, everything shook unjustly
The policeman shook his head so sadly.
It was embarrassing doing exams in dark glasses
It was uniquely dark and pointless
Now that everything was in pieces
My teacher would be old now
She loved us all, was merciful and young
So do not try to teach me
A lesson I will not learn.
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