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Kick it out Mixed Bag

Year 8 and 9

Thursday, November 21st, 2002

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Every morning as wake up for school
I dread playing that game in PE
It only ever brings me pain.
So I am black as black and you’re white as white.
There is no need to punch and fight.
We play the game and I scored.
How I wish that I could be adored.
But alas I’m stuck to the ground.
As they press my face in the mud.
For you scoring is a wonderful thing.
But for me I wish I could be called a friend instead of abused
What have I ever done to you?
But as I leave for home I wonder should I get even?
I shall one day.
I’ll kick it out, I’ll kick it out, kick it out, kick it out.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 If someone calls you names at school
Just think to yourself we’re all the same.
If it happens on the bus on the way home
Just think to yourself we’re all the same.
If it happens on the streets
Just think to yourself we’re all the same.
So if black or white or in between
Don’t worry because on the inside we’re all the same.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Refugee Poem
Turkey’s my country,
and I like it that way,
I love my footballers,
Galatasary
But my home is at war,
and I don’t want to stay.
Forced out at gunpoint.
Nowhere to go.
With none of my stuff,
and feeling low,
I’m all on my own.
I don’t know what to do.
I just want to go home.
I ran fast away from them.
I’ve only got one life not nine or ten.
I’m feeling tired, sick and sad.
All these enemies are really bad.
All the enemies trying to kill,
with no sympathy for the sick or ill.
I came to the border at long last,
and saw people that I had passed.
They let me in,
after a long, tiring wait.
I’ve gone through all this and I’m only eight!

© Year 8 and 9

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/kick-it-out-mixed-bag/