Othering
A different color,
A different race,
Segregation and exclusion was all I faced,
A stoic heart was all I could feel,
There ain't be any light,
Not even one at sight,
Every word you uttered felt a terrible shot,
That i couldn't alone have fought,
A different color, A different mindset,
Deep at the dark,
A different way I was led,
My heart was hollow,
For I had no one to follow,
Abandoned, lonely as the deep fears arrived,
Your words shot me a terrible life
The surfer
Tides were high,
There surfing between them was I a daring guy.
The bright sun failed to close my eyes,
It is in the waters where my life lies.
Neither afraid to drown nor to die,
When I return safe, my parents take a sigh.
Cutting through the water, leaving behind a
tale,
Someday I might be surfing on a Whale.
No matter how is the water, hot or cold,
I am a man who is pretty brave and bold.
While you see the tremendous heights I reach,
The crowds cheer for me standing on the beach.
People say I rule the ocean,
I prove it by my fluent motion.
Some think it is fashion,
I say it is pure passion.
People get astonished seeing my tricks,
My surfboard is so solid as if made up of
bricks.
I am in love with this sport,
I like the waves on which my boards float.
When I was a kid my friend said surfing was
tough,
Now I tell him that for me what he said was a
bluff.
I remember the times when I used to fall of the
board,
But now I know the techniques to balance my
load.
Your board should be your friend,
Not something you throw in the end.
I have always been scared of animals, first it
was a dog’s bark,
And now I watch out for a dangerous shark.
My journey was interesting; from a child to
becoming what I am today,
Solving all the problems that came in my way.
By: Vedant Goel, 8C
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