Towers School and Sixth Form Centre

Black History Month



No More Separation by Lilia - KS3 Poet Laureate 


Martin Luther King JR,

Was there in the American civil war.

Fighting for the rights of those,

Who weren’t so quite adored.


Harriet Tubman,

Enslaved and escaped. 

Now conductor of the railroad,

Suddenly, her future was reshaped.


Rosa Parks,

Didn’t give up her seat on the bus.

When by law she should have,

In that moment she changed everything for us.


Jackie Robinson,

Stepped up to the baseball pitch.

The only black man there,

But that day something switched.


Langston Hughes,

A writer of the Harlem renaissance,

And a changer of the world.

Everyone together with no more separation.



Equality by Lois - KS4 Poet Laureate


Equality is a word I haven’t heard much lately,

What did I hear?



Acceptance is something we all need;

Whether we know it or not.

But we continue to make judgments on people.

Whether we say it aloud,

Keep it inside,

Or show it on our faces.


But the question is why do we continue to do it?

Demean, tear-down, humiliate.

Is it down to race,

 The colour of our skin?


Think of the word Equality.

What does it mean to you?

To me,

Equality means acceptance, justice and love.

These words can be our reality.

We could all be equal.

But who says we can’t,

Who defines what the standard is and

Who said the colour of our skin defines us?

Who said?


We are all human beings

With beating hearts, strong bones and minds of our own.

It doesn’t matter what our race is,

What our gender is,

Or where we are from.


What matters is what we make of ourselves.

Equality begins with you.




Mrs. Dawn by Kyle - KS5 Poet Laureate 


We stare through your window with shivering lips,

Steaming your glass as we watch your finest art be staged. 

You gently ice each tasty treat, 

Knowing, and ready for our drooling teeth.


Your humble bakes turn our child’s heart’s sweet,

You may be clogging our veins with sugar.

But who cares? when every taste neither match nor rhyme

The batch of another each passing time. 


Your shop so perfect, our cradle’s paradise,

One only you can let us enter. 

Everyday we look forward to tasting your treats 

And waiting for the next flavoursome surprise. 


Mrs. Dawn, what would happen if all your treats. 

All your cookies, cakes and tart-baked sweets

Followed the same order?

Same folded notes from the same dusty folder.

How would your treats taste then?


If every morning you watch through the glass

No chirpy child eager to pass

Your doors and see your new precious art,

Heavens with thousands of flavours to try

All waiting inside for us hungry to buy

Since all those thousands of famous treats

Were no more than two or three. 

What then would happen to Mrs. Dawn?


If all the beauties in your shop,

Are all the same, the shelves on top

Of your counter now without a spectrum of flavours. 

Where do we go to view your once art?
Where do we spend the fruits of our labours? 


Each of your tastes more unique than the last.

If everyone of your pretty treasures were the same

No zip of compassion, no squeeze of devotion, no dust of admiration.

No diverse canvas for our taste buds to play.

Would your humble shop be considered home, Mrs. Dawn?


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