By MACKENZIE STEELE
Te Kura Correspondence School, Cambridge
16 years old
I am the Wild Fence Girl.
You say divider, a line, a boundary,
I say home.
I’ve always lived here,
Squashed between two kingdoms.
Wild Girl sandwich.
I have walked this fence for so long,
I know it like the back of my hand.
There are bits of it underwater,
You can blur the line with your toe.
Some bits are crumbling,
Others there is nothing on the other side,
And there are parts where there’s nothing underneath at all.
There are sharp barbs to hurt you,
And stable brick parts to rest,
And glass parts for easily-shattered clarity.
There are thick parts for sitting,
And thin parts for falling,
But not me, never I,
The Wild Fence Girl.
This poem is part of the TEARAWAY Young Poets feature for National Poetry Day.SHARE THIS POST...