Bushra Shahid Poems

The days go by,
And I wonder,
What is my attitude towards life?
Towards friends?
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Everyone hates school. From the little, minute kids to the huge bullies of the school. Oh how I would wish to just run away and never see the sight of the huge prison where children are hit and scared stiff.
I sat thinking in the ugly, uncomfortable chair the 'school' provided. What would I do first if I ever DID run away?
Well, that was obvious. I would do eveything which the monsters told me was bad for us. Ice-cream! I would go to the ice-cream van and buy the biggest cone of Freedom. Then I would tear all of my test and exam papers and throw them where they belonged. In the dustbin. Now, for the worst trick of all called 'The Student Speciality.'
I would take my pet mice from my room and put them in a box wrapped beautifully with a cute ribbon on top. Teachers are literally in love with beautiful boxes. I would then send it to the school headmistress. And then then the cruel woman would open it and what would she find? Mice. Mice all over her. Haha. That would teach her a lesson.
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If only I could have been a tree
I would have turned all my leaves
Yellow in autumn,
Green in summer and spring,
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