Page 136 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood

Racism: childhood to adulthood

In the classroom's embrace, a child once stood,

Innocence marred by cruelty's dark hood.

Bullied and bruised by racism's cruel game,

Till Mr. Lawrence, with kindness, called her name.

From the 1960s, her memories recall,

The pain of prejudice, the torment's thrall.

But in Baguley Hall, Wythenshawe's embrace,

Mr. Lawrence stepped in, a beacon of grace.

With care and concern, he sheltered her pain,

His actions spoke volumes, breaking hate's chain.

For in his classroom, she found solace rare,

A sanctuary from the hurt, from the despair.

May his memory linger, a guiding light,
In every heart who suffered the fight.

For Mr. Lawrence, in his noble quest,

Taught us all how compassion's truly best.

So, let's carry his legacy, bold and strong,
To confront racism, to right the wrong.

With each child at the center, we'll strive,

To ensure every soul can flourish and thrive.

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