Words of wisdom by high school students

• by Monica Dhir
• July 31, 2020
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Words of wisdom by high school students

AN INCOMPLETE POEM

Pimples Pimples everywhere,

I don’t even know which one to stare,

I can just lie and say that I don’t care,

But deep inside they really scare.

When I make my hair in a bun,

They just start to have their own fun,

Making myself as an example of pun,

But when I open them they make me look like nun,

I wanna shoot me with a gun,

But I refuse to quit and run,

I always want to see the bright sun.

 I have a nose just like pig ,

I don’t even know how is it that big,

It is so funny it can have it’s own gig,

I don’t have more rhyming words except for a twig.

I have a little bit of moustache,

It gives me a different kind of headache,

The kind which no one can match,

Even though I am a girl I made a mistake.

Everything in my body begs to get hate,

What can we do it is just my fate,

My nose, my hair and my filthy state,

They don’t even let me think straight,

I have my own style on which makes everyone debate,

Can I even get myself a mate,

As I have a colour of a slate,

It makes me regret everything that I ate,

Finished every chunk of fat from my plate,

Isn’t everything so great,

It is not even my fault that I got my father’s trait,

Can’t go out when it’s late,

For my family definition of late is past eight,

After it they just close the gate,

Will I always have to wait.

Everything the God made,

Is as beautiful as a jade,

But when it was my turn why did everything started to fade,

Why did HE made me like a maid,

It makes me feel insecure and afraid,

Born talentless I don’t even know how to make a graceful braid,

Not anything about making an aid,

Not anything about war and trade,

Not anything about getting paid,

Always getting low on grade,

Feelings have started to degrade,

I just got a little time to have me upgrade,

After it I will just go in the ocean and transform into a mermaid.

By Prisha Sharma

Being a teen

Being a teen,

I have alot unseen

In this world of beauty,

Often girls and boys of my age are labelled as a cutie,

Deep within our hearts we cry for affection,

Deep within our souls we know we have the scope of correction,

Though we deny this fact,

With our consciousness we make a pact,

We are well aware of our love and fear,

Watching our followers, unfollow,

from our eyes drops a tear,

Nonetheless, we are good and great,

But with our identities made up so fake,

We think that the truth of our true self has to remain untold,

But this chapter of our lives has to remain unfold,

And when kids are so wild,

It takes a village to raise a child,

We wish for attention and to be seen,

But again, I am teen, and I have yet a lot unseen…

By Jahnavi Dhir

It is all like a frame

It is all like a frame

She went from euphoria to grief

She is living in a world of glee

Where she just wanted to be free,

She wanted to ventilate

But she is confined with chains

She is not just a baggage of emotions

She is the pot of strength,

All the enmity was once tearing her apart

She is brave, but still she is filled with scars

She is not discomfited of them but

She wants to Effuse out the rage

Because she feels like she is living in a cage

She wanted peace;

But she is turned into pieces,

She is not just a voice;

She is a pool of screams,

She isn’t just a story;

The story lies in her,

She is crying without tears

Living with just one fear;

She wants to be what she chooses

Not who, everyone uses ……………~SG

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Every person holds a story, and each chapter ends with a new beginning. My life is like a giant wheel, sometimes I am up, sometimes I am down but the fire that lies in me has never really extinguished.

By Sneha Ghai