Witch with a Heart
This witch just isn't a very good witch... but does it really matter?
This witch just isn't a very good witch... but does it really matter?
I was born a normal babe
No crooked nose or warts.
My family were most upset
“This witch is out of sorts!”
I had no cackle, only cried,
And then they taught me magic.
I couldn’t conjure any spells
My witchcraft skills were tragic!
Flying lessons weren’t so great
My broom’s now in the trash
Turns out I’m afraid of heights
I tend to faint and crash!
And when it comes to potions
I confess I’m having trouble.
My cauldron tends to gurgle up
A toxic form of bubble!
Then there was my black cat, George
Who made my tonsils itch.
“Allergic to a cat?” Mum cried,
“You’re not a normal witch!”
Evil hexes aren’t my thing
I have no cunning streak
My power is my skill to love
They call me, ‘odd’ and ‘freak’!
But I don’t care, I’ve got my friends
I’m happy for a start
I’m non-conformist, so unique
The one witch with a heart!
Self-Confidence
1. Sometimes people are sad when they feel like they’re not the same as others around them. Do you think the witch in this story is sad?
2. What do you think this poem says about fitting in?