Poems, Poems, Everywhere

Student Poem "Weird"

The starter for this poem was standing on a desk looking down at the rest of the class (as in Dead Poet's Society).

Weird

Standing like a statue
Above the world, to me.
The little tiny people,
All look up and see,
A Ruler, a god, the one that takes control.
Why me?  What did I do?
Stop staring.  Turn around.
I'm not a god or weirdo-freak,
Nor a singer or movie star.
Look at yourself.
You take control.
You be the leading role.

© Ministry of Education, Wellington, New Zealand (First published 1998)