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Second Best

She had everything, The looks the trust.
She went everywhere, I was ‘too young’
I was forever hearing her dreaded name.
She was the favourite in the eyes of dad and mum.

The first born, they’re first choice.
I wasn’t as clever or as bright.
No attention, I felt SECOND BEST
My sister played on my mind at night.

I so wanted to be her, but daren’t admit it.
Her being so nice, It drove me insane.
Her grades, her beauty, her perfect boyfriend.
If only she knew my insufferable pain.

Nichola Firth
23.3.96

Our Little secret

Why does he make me do it?
He knows I’m under age.
Its not just that, he's family,
If I say no he gets in a rage.

I try to fight him off,
I struggle, full of tears,
He says it’s our little secret,
He’s been doing this for years.

The pain is unbearable,
Sometimes I find it hard to walk,
He even gives me bruises,
If I am noisy or talk.

I want to tell my mum,
Maybe he can make him go,
But then he will come after me,
He says he needs me so.

Nichola Firth
23.3.98

PENNIES FOR YOUR BRUISES

Pennies for your bruises,
A pound for a Punch.
Come and but a ticket,
Watch them eat each other for lunch.

Do you want to bleed?
Well come and join the fun.
Just step into this ring here
And promise not to run.

Worth a lot of money,
It’s a well-paid job,
Just thumping a man senseless,
It’s worth quite a few bob.

A bonus is the stardom,
Or a broken nose,
And of coarse the brain damage,
We all want one of those.

Nichola Firth
March 97

NOTHING TO FEAR – Pennies for your bruises –Reply

Beating out your anger,
What an adrenaline Rush.
Keeping you fit and healthy,
Not fighting to beat you to mush.

A few black eyes are nothing,
You only fight a few times a year,
I’ve never had a bone broken,
Boxings nothing to fear.

And as for the stardom,
I don’t let that go to my head.
I see boxing as a sport,
And only a tiny percentage of boxers are dead.

I think there is nothing to worry about,
Boxing is fun for a few,
And if you don’t want to watch it,
Then that’s totally up to you.

Nichola Firth
March 96

C Is for clever, You amaze me so.
H is for heaven, that’s where you will go.
I is for intelligence, You know it all.
L is for little, as you are just small.
D is for ‘Don’t ever grow up!’

Nicola Oates
19.2.95

DEVILS KISS

Steel, Metal, Sharp
Release my pain.
Everything to gain,
Blood red sins poor out of me.

The throbbing feels good,
Wanting more.
Cutting deeper,
Feeling weaker.

Feeling faint,
Love this game.
Deserving this,
Devils kiss.

WALKING INTO A CLASSROOM AFTER BRACES

Metal Jaws clenched together,
Wells filling with water,
The ground trembling,
Pushed on a stage in front of millions.

My heart beating fast,
I’d run a long marathon,
Sweat pouring from me,
It was 100 degrees.

Thousands of eyes looking at me,
Not one friendly face,
A sea full of laughter drowning me,
An audience full of hurt.

SAD

I’m feeling a little low,
Time is running ever so slow.
Feeling like I want to cry,
Lifes so crap, I want to die.

Nothing in the world is worth this pain,
My existance on earth is only causing strain.
The weather inside my head is thunder,
Is it all worth it? That I wonder.

When describing my life, you have to swear,
Will I ever wake from this nightmare?
I’ll go to bed early and rise the next day,
And hopefully my problems will all go away.

MIRACLE

Trying, We kept trying,
We thought you’d never come.
The doctor said it was impossible,
I’d never be a mum.

I’d prey, wish and hope,
It never stopped us trying,
Your what I wanted most of all,
I was fed up of us crying.

Finally the day came,
I knew that you were there,
Surely this was a miracle,
There wasn’t a happier pair.

Me and your dad was ecstatic,
We couldn’t believe our eyes,
There was a baby in me,
You were the best surprise.

I thanked god every night,
And hope I’d see this through,
And every time I close my eyes,
I see a vision of you.

The day you came was a blessing.
All my dreams come true,
It was the best day of my life,
And I owe that all to you.

First Day at School

First day at school and I have to say,
I don’t like it, I hate today.

Second day at school and it’s getting worst,
I left my lunch and have lost my purse.

Third day at school, getting a little better,
Although I really hate our grey school sweater.

Fourth day at school, and I have a friend,
I don’t want this school day to end,

Last day at school and I have to say,
Can’t wait for next week, I wish I could stay.

Daddies Little Girl

You look just like your father,
You remind me of him so,
I know you love him dearly,
From his head to toe.

You worship the ground he walks on,
You listen to every breath,
God, you love your daddy,
You’ll worship him until and after death.

I’m glad you get on together,
Although I get jealous sometimes,
That you’re always with him,
And would rather be by his side.

Your daddies little girl,
And that’s the way it is,
I know that you love me,
As were little girls of his.

Daddies Girl

I look into your eyes,
I see daddy,
I look past your smile
I see daddy.

The way you talk
And the things you say,
They all remind me of
Daddy…………

Who would you love to see?
Daddy……..
When you fall and cut your knee
Daddy……….
Who do you want to be?
Daddy…….
Who do you invite for tea?
Daddy………..

SECRET POEM

I have to write a poem,
Because I'm really bored.
That's not the only reason,
It's because I'm being ignored.

Nobody is talking to me,
So I haven't got nothing to do.
Everyone is watching,
So I'll pretend to write to you.

I told them I have a pen pal,
Who writes to me all the time.
But I just write these poems,
Hoping that they'll rhyme.

They all are dying to read this,
But I won't let them see.
If they think I'm writing a poem,
They all start laughing at me.

Let's pretend it's funny,
And I've just written a joke.
And I'll giggle quietly,
And watch the nosy folk.

They will never see this,
I will never show.
So what it's just a poem,
They will never know.

BAD EVERYTHING DAY

My hairs a state,
Is it fate?
I'm getting a rash,
You can see my tash.
I've got spots on my face,
And I don't feel really ace.
My eyes are all puffy,
And I'm dressed really scruffy.
I'm not going out,
Dressed like a lout.
It's really not fair,
But I really don't care.
I'll just stay at home,
Me and my comb.

SUNDAY SOUNDS

I can here the sounds of the crowd from a football match,
Cheering as there team scores yet another goal.
I can hear my dad snoozing after his Sunday meal.
With the dog quietly sleeping by his feet.
My mums in the kitchen washing up with the radio on,
You can gently hear her humming to her favourite songs.
My sister is upstairs getting ready to go see her friends
So all is quiet and peaceful.
I have nothing to do, no where to go.
This is Sunday.

HURRY UP

He's so late,
I just can't wait.
He's so slow,
I've really got to go.
I going to have to rush,
Or I'll miss the stupid bus.
He's left me waiting again,
Ill be stood in the rain.
Just look at my hair,
We'll never get there.

And when he finally turned up,
The shops were all shut.

NO PAIN, NO GAIN

Who says that with pain, you can gain?
I don't think it's true, do you?
I mean if you exercise, and by doing it wise.
There is no pain but there is gain.
By hurting yourself, is it good for your health?
All in one go, just take it slow.
Build up gradually, don't end up in casualty.

COLOURS

Red is really bloody,
Brown is really muddy,
Yellow is for egg yolk,
Black is for Asian folk,
Green is for grass,
Pink is for a young lass,
Blue is the colour of the sky,
Who made colours?
I wonder why?

FIGHT (dedicated to Becky)

Punch on the arm,
She means no harm.
Legs in the air,
She doesn't care.
A kun-fu chop,
She just won't stop.
She spills my pop,
Outside the shop.
She's getting bad,
And I'm getting mad.
One more slap,
You hear a clap.
She lay on the floor,
The crowd wants more.
But we walk away,
We can fight another day.

I CAN'T COOK

I have to look,
At a cook book,
To know how to bake,
A lovely sponge cake

MY FRIENDS

When I'm with my friends,
The fun never ends.
What ever we do
There's always some news.
We laugh and we shout,
There's always something good to talk about.
It doesn't matter where we go,
Even in rain, or even in snow.
We'll be together,
And I hope that's forever.
The fun never ends,
When I'm with my friends.

SHE WAS MY PERFECT LITTLE GIRL

She was a perfect little girl,
Blue eyes, blond hair.
Clever and ever so bright.
I didn’t think she’d ever go there.

She’d come home red-eyed,
Nothing to eat, straight to bed.
This went on for a while,
Until something had to be said.

After confronting my little girl,
Asking if she was in strife.
She started shouting and screaming,
Telling me to stay out of her life.

She was mixing with the wrong crowd,
So I thought I’d check her room.
As I suspected, I found drugs there.
All I could see was doom.

I talked everything threw
But she made no sense,
Her habit was worse by now,
She became paranoid and tense.

I took her to the doctors,
But there was nothing I could do.
Because as soon as we were home,
She was back with you knowing who.

At night I could hear her crying,
I decided enough was enough,
When my possessions started going missing,
It was time I got tough.

I rang the police, but they were no help,
So I stopped her from seeing that creep.
She started getting all-violent with me,
Until her company I could no longer keep.

She ran away with her boyfriend,
I heard that today she’s dead.
I really miss her terribly,
Drugs make me see red.

I wish there were something I could do.
Something I could say.
Watch over your child closely
Or life you’ll have to pay.

Nichola Firth

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