Dear mum,

I don't know what I should say

I don't know whether it's the right time to play, to pray or to run away

I don't know whether I'm doing is right or wrong

They've always told me that I'm strong

But now, I realize that I'm such a jerk, who chose to escape to somewhere he doesn't belong

I'm really lost in words

Can't find the right ones to express my wounds

Needless to say that I’m lost in a black point of sorrow

Needless to let you know that pain is my lovely shadow

But in the end, I just want to tell you

Sorry for being the main source of your pain

Sorry for making ail the only thing that runs in your vein

Sorry for letting you shed a tear

Sorry for making you live in a whole fear

Sorry for making you shout, and scream is all what we hear

I'm sorry ... So sorry dear

And I'm standing right here

Ready to wipe all the tears you cried

Ready to fight all your fears inside

Ready to give you my eyes and I stay blind

If satisfaction is what I’m going to find

I know it's so much that time cannot erase 

I know that these phrases are just a light haze

May be they cannot make the vice raze 

But I’m pretty sure that those wounds will never seem to heal

These simple words will never let you forget the pain you feel 

Coz it's just .... just too real ...

Emna Seddik 1 S 10 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA * May 2011

Drug Lies

I become so afraid that I can’t take a single step

Whatever I do storm won’t stop

Plenty of soppy joys

Plenty of soggy lies

I become so afraid that I can’t stay

I search for an excuse again to say

Sinking deeply far away

I could believe that everything is okay

I could believe it as long as I can today

In front of those tears

In front of those hills

I stick a smile on my stingy face

And hide a drug in my “shandy” suitcase

Honesty has run out long ago

I wonder if it did really go

To the night of emptiness?

To the sea of loneliness?

I can see obviously its weakness.

Sarah Houas 1 S 11 * Sousse Pioneer School * April 2011 *

"Do I quarrel with my parents?!"

Do I quarrel with mum and dad?

This question makes me feel sad.

How dare I be this reckless!

With my loving parents, that's ruthless!

What our quarrel will be about?

Why shall we scream and shout?

When we believe that discussion is the solution

And it's the best way to make a real evolution

How can I quarrel with a great loving mother?

Or with a very understanding father?

They are my real best friend

They are my peaceful land

So why should I quarrel with them? (*2)

When they only deserve being grateful to them

But sometimes a misunderstanding might happen

And the respect and love between us won't be shaken

I owe my parents a bunch of flowers

And begging them for their forgiveness for hours

So talk to your mum and dad

Don't lose your temper by getting mad

And consider them as a friend

A friend you should never offend.

 

Oussama Ben Saidi 1S8 * Sousse Pioneer School, TUNISIA * April 2011 *

I'm sorry mum

I'm sorry mum, I was easily influenced
I don't know how I was convinced
I shouted and screamed at you 
but I didn't want, never ever to hurt you
I was totally out of my mind
so thanks mum for being so kind
because even if I used to take drugs
you still receive me with your warm hugs
I'm sorry mum I wasn't mature 
I couldn't help it, I couldn't stand its lure 
I'm sorry because I didn't listen to your advice 
so that, I was trapped like mice
I was a victim of bad friends
I wasn't really in the right hands
even them were a victim
they were a victim of the victim's victim
I thought drug brings happiness
but it brings nothing but a total sickness
It made me rude and bad
and a short lack of it blows my head
I'm sorry mum, I'm deadly sorry
your kid is back now so don't worry
I'll be with you forever
'n I won't go through this disaster ever. 

Oussama Ben Saidi 1S8 * Sousse Pioneer School * April 2011 *

I was a normal teenager, with normal ambitions

I didn’t ask for more, I had great life visions

Then, some day, they destroyed my life

Even worse than killing me with a knife.

They tortured me slowly

And I was blind, absolutey…

Drugs took control

And I couldn’t help but fall

Everyday, I wonder it’s the last

But hopefully, I woke up fast

I realized that I should get out of that dust

I knew that mould be the price I had to pay…

To regain hope to live until a brighter day…

Inès Bouzaoueach 1 S 11 * Sousse Pioneer School, Tunisia * April 2011 *

Hallelujah!!!!!

Thomas came closer.

“Take this,” he said to me.

“It makes you see what you want to see

Be what you want to be

I’m not asking you to say words like YES or NO

I’m inviting you to a beautiful place to go.”

I was a poor man with no destination

Searching hopelessly for salvation

I smoked the cigarette

And dreams came alive that night

I was hypnotized by a strange delight

I wasn’t aware of the mess I put myself in

After that night things just don’t seem the same

Help! There’s a hole in my brain

I am acting funny and I don’t know why

I lost myself far away in the sky

Help me! Help me!

And then one day I slept into unconsciousness

An angel with silver wings gave me a kiss

“R’Kid! Wake up!”

“R’Kid! Listen to me!”

I cannot see clearly

Is it my mother who is coming nearly?

It’s my mother, yes! My mother and my brother.

“Ten doctors couldn’t help your head,” they said

“You’d better quit son before you’re dead

Son, I understand the fascination but you

Must change your situation.”

Oh! I wish I wish I wish…

That we could simply sit all of us like a happy family

In that room again

Playing, joking and wearing daddy’s hat.

I’d give all I have if life could be like that

How many years have passed and gone

I’ve lost many times and few times I’ve won

O Lord, I’ve seen a lot of people

Who thought they were cool

But then it turned out that they were all fool

I hope for you people, Lord can hear what I say

So you’ll have your chance to quit some day.

Like I did.

Yours, R’Kid.

Muhammad Zanina *1 S 11 * Sousse Pioneer School, Tunisia * April 2011 *

JUST ONE WISH !

JUST ONE WISH!

I am the last voice of dignity

I am just the conscience of humanity

Why are poor people eliminated from society?

Wake up nation and welcome in reality

Millions are suffering and feeling cold

While none forgets to give pets a hold

Those innocent souls are waiting for a beam

Just a new sunshine covering a deep scream

It’s their wish – don’t they have the right to dream?

Eyes learnt to see nothing but the dark of night

So why keep searching for the ray of light?

It’s easy to say never give up and hold on tight

’cause you’re not the one who tried the painful bite

They are out of soul; you can notice that at first sight

They tried so hard not to show

Even when they were uncovered under the snow

Feeling the cold dominating their weak bodies

But won’t let you know

Till the day when their hearts will blow

When they won’t feel like a plastic bag

Drifted through the wind and never nag

That day seems to be far away

Just when the world learns how to say

We’re all equal and that’s how we’re gonna stay

That’s when you’ll see a smile of glory

Translating you the happy end of the story…

Ons Ben Salah 1s11 * Sousse Pioneer School, Tunisia * April 2011*