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The people and me

    This poem was written by a high school student at Callendar House in September 2025, during a workshop delivered by Never Such Innocence, in response to Diana Forster’s art exhibition Somewhere to Stay.

    James lived down the road from me

    Ever since we were ten

    We’d ride our bikes and climb up trees

    Go sliding round the bend.

    —–

    Until one week, November’s end,

    He didn’t come to tea.

    He told me that his mum had said

    We’re no good, people like me.

    —–

    He didn’t cry or say goodbye

    He simply walked away

    I sat and wished with all my heart

    We’d meet again some day.

    —–

    Years gone by, the day did come

    Though much had seemed to change

    For all his mother has slagged me

    His daddy and I, we’re one and the same.