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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I see the students of OLSH College, whispering and wondering Some look lifeless, drained dry of will Some looked scared, struggling still I see them travel from grass to concrete Daring not to cross the street I see the leaves, the trash, the dirt Feeling unwanted, discarded and hurt I see a magpie, flying so free At OLSH College, I see I hear the bustling of OLSH College, trying to wrap up the day, The scraping of chairs, the screeching of doors and footsteps of students who stray I hear the wind whooshing past my ear The magpie cawing, brazen, without fear I hear pencils cry as they slave away Sharpeners scream as they are forced to slay Yet I hear the laughter of happy students Bribed with games and chocolate presents Satisfied and satiated, I listen as they cheer At OLSH College, I hear I smell the odour of OLSH College, sweat slipping slowly under the sweltering summer sun Perfume masked the onion-like smell with flowers and freshness in one But nothing beats the intoxicatingly tangy lemon tree And the pleasant sweetness of the Azalea Charlie And yet I am lulled into the canteen Of chocolates treats sickeningly sweet My nose leads me to the scent as I beg my stomach to quell At OLSH College, I smell I feel the bricks of OLSH College, each with its own story to tell Hard and brittle the bricks are underneath The peeling white paint that hides beneath The dreary posters smooth to the touch Of plastic and paper rough But just outside the cool windowpanes Wet, little droplets race down as it rains Swift glances at those blotches I steal At OLSH College, I feel I taste the bitterness of OLSH College, of teachers and students alike Unmotivated girls, not ready for the world Eating their lunches with delight It seemed the bribes they had been given Of sticky gummies red and blue Had not changed their minds, to gossip they were smitten Oh, teachers don’t you wish they were chewing glue! Yet I am putrid green, brimmed with envy My stomach has gone on a one-month vacation I wish I were a magpie, eating for free I would take left and right at slightest invitation Dear Ramadan, please make haste At OLSH College, I taste
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