The following poems were written by one of our high school students in memory of Amani.
The poet wishes to remain anonymous.
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It was in October I’m sure,
When you watched your world
With eyes that no longer bear divinity.
You were left to be lonely
And lonely you were, in your
Awkward pose hanging from your elevated tower.
You mind which was once filled with
Heavenly inspiration was now filled
With the burden of worldly misdeeds.
You father who consciously became
A stoic to your damnation closed the sky
And hid the key from your knowledge.
Yet your conviction was strong
And even in the realisation
That your pure soul was a vessel
For hedonistic sin to be transferred to the abode of evil
You did it with a holy grace.
It was a sad month indeed.
Oh what a burden you had in October.
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Throw your broken body
Onto a page.
Let the paint
Consume your rage.
Words fill rooms
And dogs smell fear.
Cats climb mountains
When you creep near.
Fools long for blood
You were born to kiss
Love is confusing
And snakes don’t really hiss
You only see what you taste
Love’s to regret if you marry
In haste.
A raindrops an opportunity
To bond with the sky
Fools never differ
So they always die.
You should never dot your K’s
If you wanna change your ways
And its a real waste of time
To try and get a line to rhyme
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One soft gentle cry.
Two stories a day.
Three tears to dry.
Four meals on a tray.
Five “no don’t go theres”.
Six rebellious acts.
Seven guilty stares.
Eight sighs and a pat.
Nine dreams to fulfil.
Ten embarrassed looks.
Eleven cold chills.
And twelve lame text books.
Only to realise love is like a tree.
In order for it to grow you gotta love it
And let it be free.