Scribe 2021

I love it when I see the sun A poem by BFS 5th and 6th Graders, written in collaboration with Writopia I hated it when they sent me away / and how I cried when they pulled me back in / I found scraps to eat in the back of the house / yet still was shamed by the elders for my basic needs. I hate it when people think they’re cool and call me a ‘child,’ even though they’re literally in 6th grade. I hate people. I hate my everything. I hate it when people assume who I am or what I’m feeling.

I hate it when the sun is red. I hate it when I have to wake up in the morning. I hate it when I wake up on a Monday. I hate it when I wake up on a school day and can’t go back to sleep just to realize it was a dream. I hate it when people stare. I hate it when they don’t care. I hate it when my dog wakes me up on the weekend. 2