To Where The Boarding School Semesters Won't Be Bleeding Me... Poem by Anisha Nyambe

I'm packing my winter clothes wishing I was gone
going home where the boarding school semesters aren't bleeding me.

sunny days are gloomy now
pretty ways are darkened now
to more days and then I'll be gone
to where the boarding school semesters will be bleeding me

rainy times, they are my treat
and I don't like new people to meet
now I'm going back to the old
to where the boarding school semesters will be bleeding me

and the autumn, o, it runs away
as I wish I would go so far away
to home where I stay
to where the boarding school semesters won't be bleeding me