INKPOT: God Made Me Homeschooled

By Olivia Heggarty

God made me homeschooled because

I was never meant to fit on the assembly benches,

A great puffing coat in a mess of children,

And be an integral holding piece.

I never held in me that voice that is heard

From the enemy’s end of the games hall, or

A height that could catch the terrifying ball, or

A strength to hit his hockey stick in the church hall.

This is why God made me homeschooled, for

Boys told me they didn’t know why they liked me

And I didn’t know why they couldn’t think of one thing

And I was rejected from the primary school choir

because they couldn’t hear me sing.

And when I talk, I feel people look at me with strange eyes

And walking to bars, smiling with all the guys

From the flat, I still feel a little girl inside, a little odd,

Too small for my shoes and a child in her coat.

So, with blindfold, ball and cups, my school career was chosen,

For He knew it didn’t matter

Whether I was with classmates or with my mother.

I can feel in my bedroom all the time, sick in tufts of bed,

While I listen to children in the garden, raucous! Bonded and

Chosen! to play together, to be trusted by God.

Published by The Gown Queen's University Belfast

The Gown has provided respected, quality and independent student journalism from Queen's University, Belfast since its 1955 foundation, by Dr. Richard Herman. Having had an illustrious line of journalists and writers for almost 70 years, that proud history is extremely important to us. The Gown is consistent in its quest to seek and develop the talents of aspiring student writers.

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