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.