Fiona Liu, Grade 11, BASIS International School Shenzhen Would you listen to my words? For I might sound no more. Cotton wool tethered to my throat. With undried cement gathering around the floor. “Open your mouth to deceive.” They told me what they believe. But “talk more, do not cease.” We are curious about how well you can take the lead. Would you listen to my words? Silly me, you can’t even hear me mourn. Otherwise, Why would the birthday girl be at the back of the door, When she should be in the core? How could there be such a conflicted mind? Fear to be noticed yet beg to be find. Bring me with you when the class bell rings. Don’t leave me on a single seat. And make me a lonely king. “You should, you should.” Heaven knows how much I hate the push. Dressed like Hera and smiling so kind. Thinking that I cannot see the cliff ahead. But hear my words! Years of silence did not teach me none. Anger and courage are roaring in my lung. Breaking the crown that chained my past. Coming back alive from the shaming dust. I have bright lights sparkling on my face. And sharp blades stabbing me in vein. Great job! You’ve done all the works right. Except missing one, take it away! Enjoy my leftovers, I meet my true heart before the rumors. Those rumors that shine my glamour, hear my words! | 