I sat on a crimson bed,
covers upon my head.
How I came to the city, I don’t know
the beach-side is the place where I want to go.
I felt the sea lashing on my feet,
I loved the sand radiating heat.
My sister and I collected seashells and fishes,
that’s one of my best wishes.
I could picture the straw, petite shack, my very old home.
Over here, I feel like I don’t want to be shown.
I just don’t like it here!
My beach doesn’t seem near!
Over here, it is impossible to win,
I just would love to swim!
The doors are forcing me to stay
but I want to go out and play.
My dormitory is a jail,
I could only communicate to my family by mail.
I don’t know anything my mistress taught me: manners and rules,
I don’t want my frilly gowns and jewels!
When I look out through my window, the beachside seems far
And all I can see is pollution, beggars and cars.
“You’re so stupid!” the books, paper and pencils said.
All the letters and numbers didn’t cling to my head…
Over here, I have to follow etiquette, like standing in line,
I couldn’t even see the sunshine!
I have to look at my jeering classmates and dismal Mistress Amelia,
instead of seeing the lovable eyes of my mother, father and sister Jessica.
But I am eleven.
Unlike my sister, I’m not seven.
I have to learn English and math,
science and monotonous facts.
Over the smog and rusty buildings,
I see the golden and rouge horizon of the sun
That is located adjacent to the shore
As one day, I will go back there, I’ll wait no more!