Cold Shoulder

• Shamin Acharige, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

Heart cold
Still made of gold
Hands cold
But food colder
Yeah I'm getting a little older
turn around with a cold shoulder

Never fold, i’d never told, but it's getting harder
dried out like I'm Nevada
To many young kids yeah no father
Age 8 got 4 disorders
Let asylum seekers Cross the line yeah no borders
To poor, fled war , but well, they still deport her
Disarray so please sort her
Too many dead babies so don't abort her