St Nathy’s College, Co. Roscommon

Jungle of Life

Brown and grey jungle,
Miles in every direction.
Centuries of history,
But filled with misdirection.

Anger, fear consolidated,
Division far and wide.
How did we allow ourselves
To reach such wide divide?

Fear of expressing personality,
Anger to those who can.
But if you want to fix your world,
There is a way you can.

If you leave the jungle’s shadow,
Green and blue, as far as you can see.
Looking back upon your past,
Different, you can be.

 

Fear

Walking down the road scared for my life

Of all the things that haunt the night

Not lions or bears or all in between

But something aggressive and mean

 

Alone and afraid i walk the streets 

The night so dark i feel the fear 

Not a lion or bear, but man i fear

 

To understand

How do I explain to men that they make us feel worthless, why do men think they’re better because of their masculinity? no woman is safe anymore not inside nor outside, I want men to feel what we do and understand how we think, how we think the worst of everything that happens.

 

But a view

I am gentle.

I am soft.

I am nothing but a view.

I’ll paint my face on

And cut the calories.

Hip dips

Stretch marks

Eye bags

Fat.

 

Pathways

So many ways you can go
And only one that you actually choose
One is very different from the others
One will lead you to gold
One will lead to ashes
Which direction will be the best?
And you get to choose what path to walk on
So be yourself and follow your soul.

 

Known

I hate the way we are known by our highest achievements.

I also hate the way we are known by our lowest mistakes.

We are not known by the things we do every day,

the struggles we go through just for one day.

The abuse we get to make ourselves better day by day,

To even get a ‘your doing great’

For just one day.

 

Ballaghadereen

Walking around Ballaghadereen

We see many different things

From people helping out elderly people to robberies down the main street

The kids running out of the school at 5 to 4 in the evening

We see many different sights in the day we spend in Ballaghdereen

 

They say 

They say men and women are the same but is that the reality?

They say women express more emotions but is that the truth?

they say you’re weird if you don’t fit in but what about that abnormality?

They say they all have their opinions but they never look at the other side of the booth.

but they never talk about the possibilities that what they say is all youth

 

Walking Alone

Walking in town alone makes me feel low, you never know the possibility. Walking alone and feeling safe should be a right. I hope men understand, I don’t know your intentions. Do I assume the worst? yes, but it is for the best. The night sky is beautiful but all I can focus on is my safety. Why can’t I feel security? I don’t know, but I wish I didn’t go.

 

Hide

People look at what I wear like they care, watch me on the streets like they’re creeps. But I am brave and do not cave to these people who hide.

 

Never Knelt

From the woods of 

Ballaghadeereen to the

River lung.  From the 

Arms of Eaomom to 

Robertas ever pure, All

I have to remember is 

The pride that I felt

Lifetime holding a Shield 

Where the boys never

Knelt. 

 

Women & men

Women are so great they ate when forming the female society but when male society was formed they created prom so men could have a reason to come for females

 

People

They never cared for speaking when they try

Which often leads people to cry.

Oh I didn’t mean anything they remark

Always ignoring the truth and dark.

But still we get up and try all day

For the people that help us to want to stay.

 

Caretakers

Women are the caretakers of the earth.

We are open to vulnerability but yet we still don’t feel safe when we are walking on the street when it’s dark and we see groups of men.

 

Head Hurt

My friends talking about my mother

Waking up to go to school

Being left on delivered by friends

School work

It makes my brain hurt

I don’t like school work

 

Tired

I don’t like school

It goes on too long for me

It makes me horrid tired

I’ve to write too much

I don’t get on with teachers

It gets too loud

It’s ok at break

I do be with my friends