Saturday, February 5, 2022
Watch the video and answer the questions below. Please remove the subtitles.
This is my take on Adrian Mitchell's poem (see below). Different words, same story.
Reds and blues
In a corner
Of the playground
Stands a skinny girl
Munching on her hair,
Gazing blindly into the football court.
She's pretty, she's cute, she's clever,
But she does not know.
She's leaning on a dark red brick wall,
One of her legs against the building
Like a disillusioned flamingo's.
There's a huge scab on her right knee,
But soon it will fall off, leaving a pink spot.
Soft and delicate.
I wish my hair was like Linda's,
I wish I was taller.
I wish boys liked me or at least noticed me.
I wish I was invisible or maybe I wish the opposite.
There's an untouched sandwich in her hand
Wrapped in kitchen foil.
She doesn't want to open it.
I bet it's the same as every day:
A soggy hot dog heated hurriedly in the microwave.
Not even at home. Not even there.
I'm a nobody everywhere.
Shouts in the distance and cruel laughs.
Josh is lying in the middle of the playground
While the usual thugs kick him just for fun.
Where are the teachers? Where are the parents?
Aren't they supposed to protect us?
To know what's going on?
But I guess they have other things on their minds
And the suffering of a little boy and a little girl
Has no space in their busy brains.
Shame on them!
Written by: Maria Garcia
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