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.
The days of work were always short
In comparison to what I knew.
When my coworkers complained of aches at the water fountain
They were met with none of my sympathy.
They disregarded me without a care,
They know little of aches, of pain, of me.
A sore back has nothing on a sister left to die.
Call me cold; they know nothing of cold.