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Upstart 10 Nov 09.pdf - Grocott's Mail

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12 UPSTART <strong>10</strong> NOVEMBER 2009POETRY...SCHOOLGIVE ME...THIS INSTITUTIONTORN LIVESI'M PROUDBzzz... bzzz wake up sleepyheadAn instant torch of worryReality seeps in a place thatwas once filled with fairytalesWhere there was oncedarkness, let there be lightPeaceful snores and warmcushions soaked in saliva willmake way forCrammed, stuffy classes andcold wooden desksLike tortoises high on ecstasyWe wobble our way inand out of classes, whereindoctrination beginsThat's blue not pink, badpublicity always lasts anddemocracy stinksWe're in a hurry, we're onthe go, what's the rush? Let'stake it slow.By Ayanda TwaniGrade <strong>10</strong>Victoria Girls' High SchoolONLY HE KNOWSWho knows me?I think many people doWho knows me?Who knows what I am aboutto say?Who knows what I am aboutto do?Who knows my thoughts?Who knows what the futureholds for me?Who knew me before I wasborn?Who is the man who forgivesall of my sins?Who knows me?Only he knowsGod knowsBy Babalwa NquruGrade 9Mary Waters High SchoolGive me reasons don't giveme choiceGive me directions don't giveme the mop'Cause I'll keep on going thesame wayGive me life but don't live itfor meGive me mind but don't thinkthrough for me.By Sinethemba BaxanaGrade 9Nathaniel Nyaluza High SchoolHOW EVERHowever I lost youHowever I lost theone of my dreamsI lost the one whomI thought he wasThe one my life my soulHowever I never noticedHe took my heart with himHe ripped my heart, my soul,my bloodI never noticed how hebetrayed my lovemy trustI never noticed how he tookthe pieces of my lifewithout saying goodbyeI never noticed how thepiecesof my life were taken withoutlooking back you destroyedevery pieceof my only life I hadHowever the one of mydreamsIs the one who betrayed mylove and trustHowever I never noticed.By Chuma NxakalaGrade <strong>10</strong>Mary Waters High SchoolWe walk in, we walk out, ofthis institution called schoolThis institution, so much likea psychiatric hospital withpadded wallsOnly, the walls here aren'tpaddedIn Maths class theybrainwash you with x+y=z-yIn Biology the DNA strandsyou study wrap around youlike a straightjacketThe electronegativity ofatoms in Science class iselectroshock therapy to yourbrainIn Life Orientation class theymake you safe for publicconsumptionSo you don't shock thecivilians when you are finallyreleasedThey keep you locked in,trying to conform youUntil the bell rings and youare releasedOnly to repeat the processthe next dayBy Jessica WentworthGrade <strong>10</strong>Victoria Girls' High SchoolSCHOOLOnce upon a timeI think, a few years backYou caught the eye of myfatherAppealed to my motherWho wanted more for theirdaughterThan they'd had forthemselvesAt times being near youI s arduousBut I pick myself upWaryAnd meet youPrecious hopes enter my trainof thoughtAs I weigh the losses andgains of battles foughtThe pain which the strugglebroughtBreeds in torn heartsproducinghate.Blood-deep, youngsters arebrought to this stateViolence is their expressionDeep in subconsciousdepressionAt the coast of progressionSome proceed but mostremainWas revolution in vain?To freedom fighters is insaneBut what good is freedomand all we shall gainIf not shared with our fellowsin struggle and pain?New South Africans are aminorityThe majority live and dieBehind cold steel bars ofpovertyForgotten? PossiblyMany witherDeparting into the captivespace of a coffinImprisoned from beginningto endMaybe my vision lackspatienceTime passesChained to the lives of HIVpositive youth.By Siyanda MarcusHoërskool PJ OlivierI'm proud of myselfI am active and confidentI am not shy, if I amI will not be able toMake a differenceI am proud of myselfI love myselfI respect myselfI share the happinesswith myselfI'm the impact of my societyI'm important and trustedby my peopleI'm loved by all peopleI'm the compass for the futureI'm a girl and a queenI will always love myselfI will always be myselfWhether white or IndianI remain myselfI respect every personI love and teach othersI do the right thingLet us be patient with eachotherTake care of yourselfI am proud of myselfBy Lelethu FalteinGrade 8Archie Mbolekwa Senior PrimarySchoolUKUFAKufandini ntondini engenasiziAwuphezi yini na, yini naUkuba ube isiselo sethuBesisa jonge ukufunxaLukhulu kodwa wenaWamxhwila njengokhoziBafundi nani bafundisintsaphoSulani ezonyembezi nithuleNithi tu, kuba isityaEsihle asidleliBy Sokhana HoyiGrade 8Ntaba Maria Primary SchoolBy Motolani AdesinaGrade <strong>10</strong>Victoria Girls' High School

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