The Orange Table

I sit on the Orange Table. Not the Red or Blue or Green. This is where Miss has put me and I think I know what it means.

It means my writing’s not too good. It means I cannot spell. I don’t know if they know I know but I only know too well.

I sit on the Orange Table. It’s where I’ve sat all year. I can’t do Maths or Science they say, and so they put me here.

I’m not so hot at school work, which means I’m not too smart so I sit on the Orange Table so I can be kept apart.

I sit on the Orange Table. They say that this is best. But they can’t see the orange fire that burns inside my chest.

By Joshua Seigal www.joshuaseigal.co.uk

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