THE ALLEYNIAN 708 | OUT OF THE ORDINARY
THE ALLEYNIAN 708 | OUT OF THE ORDINARY
Image: Siwoo Ryu (Year 10)
Image: George Martin (Year 12)
I am alone, But I walk among you, I am your friend, But you have never asked my name, I speak your words, But you have never spoken to me.
Are These My 40 Acres?
My shade is a Heavy load
My40 acres? CREATIVE WRITING
CREATIVE WRITING
Undocumented
To which I Am a mule
“n’ I’ll be damned to carry all this weight and damn me for not marching for the nation which subjugated me to a 3 by 3 Of Black, Blackest & Blacker” So brother riddle me this – n’ it’ll take a lil’ time cos nothing comes to mind as why it’s justified that I – find myself without repayment for hundreds of years of working 5-to-5 & being held socially n’ economically behind.
Pick-pocketing in The Sunny Savannah Streets Instigating the police Just by Moving my feet
I live in constant fear, For what the passing day will bring, An isolated prisoner in the only home I have ever known.
Daniel Kamaluddin Year9
EkowAmoah Year11
I have no freedom, No rights. I have no place.
As I run across The street I contemplate Where I stand And at hand
My very existence, A threat to my own safety, Chiselled onto those ancient stones.
I have no special order In the land of the free
They speak of us, Yet they have never known the pain, Of the words that echo off the walls of the town hall;
I’m constrained By what may be Something That only runs
Are these, My, 40 Acres?
To lie alone in starving darkness.
Skin deep By others And brothers
They spoke of an ‘American Dream’, But my nightmare has become reality.
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