Thursday, 27 September 2012

The Star of David


Some think of stars as beautiful, limitless and free.
They say they make anything possible.
They say the stars are made of dreams.
But to me the stars bring fear,
To me, the stars bring pain.
They tell the world who I am, that I’m wrong.
They tell the world to shun me they say I have no worth,
They label me with what they believe I am, and it’s never going to change.
They are six points that say three letters,
Three letters they can’t comprehend.
They’ll come crashing down on me and my world is soon to end.


By Sophie Nicol-Gent