Sticky sweetness bound together
By oats in the morning drizzle
Grey days poured away with the milk
As the sugar clumps in my mouth.
Waking up before daybreak
To only the light from the water tower,
I pull my scratchy tights on,
Stumble downstairs to my breakfast.
I am so tired and eat so slowly
That the porridge hardens and cools,
Feeling heavy in my stomach.
Dawn streaks across the sky while I rush,
Late again, to my classes.
I cannot say I miss those primary school days.