In History, Year 8 have been learning about Medieval crime and punishment. This is a fantastic piece of poetry by Addien Murray we would like to share.
I Didn’t Mean To
Not tactfully nor sympathetically, the executioner says to me,
“Are you ready?”
As if a person would ever be ready to meet their death or to say goodbye or to take one final breath.
It really doesn’t matter to me though.
I say I’m fine to seem strong, but inside, I’ve already crumbled away.
I’ve already left myself to lie on the floor with my blood spilling because they didn’t think I deserved it.
They don’t think I deserve food to eat or water to drink or air to breathe.
I had to rob them, though they robbed me, and somehow, I get the blame?
I’m just a person with a family who’s about to lose everything.
And then it happens.
Everything hurts and my vision tumbles into bleak darkness.
I’m now so weak and I can feel it all crashing to an end.
Stopping like the turning of the final page in a book, and you wish you had more time.
But these stupid laws, rules made to be broken cannot lean or bend or break just for me?
Just for the thousands of us in need of homes and food and love.
Why not?
It isn’t fair, but now I’m gone and I cannot change.
No more wishing in bed at night, hoping that I can make a difference for us.
No more daydreaming about that day when we’ll all be free.
No more religion we have to follow, or rules that say we can’t be so.
But for now, I’m going away.
Never to return,
So, for all of you that care.
I didn’t mean to.