Suicide, who’s to blame?

Blog By Aaliaa Sharma (House Vice Captain, MUN Team) Grade 9

They say that there is nothing we can do
They say that death is inevitable.
But then there children on this planet
Not finding this world habitable

Families losing loved ones
Due to the words of others
Youths jumping of a bridge
Because they became mothers

Why
Why I ask you?

They say that children are the future
That they will bring out the best
Then why does our fear make them
Put a gun to their chest

Stop I say

With all the false lies well
Which made them think
Oblivion is their wishing well

The millisecond before they jump on the tracks
Their last train of thought
Were apologies for what you saw they lacked

We need to change from hate to help
Instead of anger turn to love
And try to listen for their cry of help

Even the softest whisper
Or the loudest cry
Console them and say
“Everything gonna be alright”

The day I found heaven is the day I lost it

Blog By Christina D’souza (Head Girl) IBDP 1

All I saw was white light blinding me and sucking out my insides, while I twisted and turned begging it to spare me for once. I shut my eyes closed and met my old friend, darkness. I peeked through my barely open eyes to see Lauren. She looked as beautiful as the day I met her, brown hair tied up in a messy bun while loose strands of hair brushed her soft pale skin which were now barely wrinkled. Her blue eyes still shone reminding me of the deep blue sea. Crinkles formed near her eyes as she gave me a tearful smile. Everything stopped around me, the sound of machines, people rushing into the room, the beating of my heart, while my eyes were still steady on her. How could I forget the day I made those tears fall? The day I asked her to marry me, that was the last day I saw those pearls of love and care. After that all I saw were the tears of regret, pain and agony which over an interval of time were every day.

Beside me stood a little girl with green mesmerizing eye with a hint of blue and brown curls looking at me with confusion and curiosity. She looked so much like Lauren, holding a teddy bear with a tag named ‘Mr. Bubbles’. I hear her asking her mum, “When will he leave with us mummy?” with a cracked, sad tone to which her mum just smiled mouthing a ‘soon’. How will I forget the day I took her tiny body in my large arms? Her hand wrapped around my finger while she sucked on her thumb. Her eyes scanned the room even though it lacked the strength to see. Her mouth parted open to yawn while showing her gums without any teeth. That was the first time I picked up my baby, Darcy. I always sensed that she would always be daddy’s little princess. But I also remember the day she gave up on her own daddy, her own superhero. That was the day when she just wanted to spend some time with her daddy but instead saw an employ finishing his paperwork.

“Come here”, I tell her with a soft voice while I open my arms to embrace her instead they were restricted due to the pipes connected to my body with the help of a syringe. That is when I realised, I lost everything. My heart sank while I saw Lauren shed a tear warming her cheeks and the beeping of the machine slowing down. That’s when I realised I had long lost while cancer celebrated another victory.

Who Am I?

Blog By Aaliaa Sharma (House Vice Captain, MUN Team) Grade 9

Who am I?
Am I the color of my skin?
Am I half Filipino? Half Indian?
Who are you to say?
I believe I’m human.

You might judge me for my accent
My looks, the way I walk
You may criticize me for my color.
Now hey. It’s my turn to talk.

Did you know slavery still happens?
Even when its 2017
Where blacks are kept away
Because they seem unclean.

Have you ever heard?
The cries of little girls
Trying to scrub off their color
And straighten their curls.

While the whole world watches
Pressing likes, and re tweets
But those likes won’t matter
When colored still bow down to white feet.

Are you scared of the stereotypes?
That you, yourself have placed
Apparently the whiter the more beautiful
Honey Look. We’re not Barbie’s in a case.

What’s wrong with equality?
Do your peers think its lame?
It’s supposed be to be unity
Not a blame game.

Do you not care at all?
Do you show no mercy?
Cuz, all I see are humans
But no humanity.