The Truth About Smarties

By Hannah Richards

A teenager’s life

is like a box of Smarties.

A colourful variety, yet more or less the same.

Usually they have a hard shell around them,

but when held too long in your hand,

they melt.

Making it out of the box,

can be a good or bad experience.

But the ones who make it out never return;

at least,

never return the same.

Some Smarties have pieces missing.

Chipped, cracked, or crumbled;

Do not toss them aside!

Sometimes it’s the odd ones

that taste the best.

Love between Smarties

comes and goes,

depending on how you shake the box.

While most of them get all mixed up,

there are a select few

that stick together forever.

But then again,

when you’re among Smarties,

there’s no such thing

as forever.

The truth about Smarties

is everyone secretly wants to be a red one.

(You eat the red ones last).

Cherish your Smarties

because before you know it

they’re gone.

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The Cherry Factory

By Hannah Richards

In Norfolk County, the cherry trees grow

Field upon field, row upon row

The fruit smells sweet, but the job is sour

Standing, waiting, nine-fifty an hour.

Bucket after bucket, thirty pounds each

My mind aloof, with thoughts of the beach.

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With no days off, for three weeks straight

My frustration grows with every missed date.

Instead, my time is spent on the line

Wishing, hoping, for something sublime.

The foreman passes with an unwinking stare

And forklifts sound off with obnoxious flare.

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The label machine stinks of gas and ink,

Dizzying, foul, it makes my heart sink;

To think, I watch thousands of buckets a day

Passing me by, with mind numbing dismay.

Malfunction causes social interaction:

Blow the whistle! Get the boss! Pray for a decent reaction.

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In solitude time passes by slow

With nobody to talk to, and nowhere to go.

Water on the floor makes my boots rot

Getting out of here is my happiest thought.

Once queen of the sun, now consumed by cement,

My new persona, the lead malcontent.

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