Half-Cast

• Amira El-zaghir, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2016

Iseethe British parking in our area called Jungaloo
I see them taking my darlings two
I run as fast as I can
Im too late;allIsee outofthewindowisa mysterious man
I can feel my heart beat so fast
I don’t want them to take my half-cast
I would cry myself to sleep
It’s like I’m dreaming so deep
Every morning, I’d wake up and find them not here
The only thing that comes to me is fear
After a month, I hear their little voices,
Which gives me many choices
When I peeked out of the bushes
I feel four heavy pushes
My little darlings have come
They said they heard their grandmother’s hum