10 TFe read Porirua Friday Night by New Zealand performance poet Sam Hunt. We then wrote our own poems about Friday nights where we lived.
Here is the original poem...
Porirua Friday Night
Acne blossoms scarlet on their cheeks,
These kids up Prirua East…
Pinned across this young girl’s breast
A name tag on a supermarket badge;
A city-sky blue smock.
Her face unclenches like a fist.
Fourteen when I met her firat
A year ago, she’s now left school,
Going with the boy
She hopes will marry her next year.
I asked her if she found it hard
Working in the store these Friday nights
When friends are on the town.
She never heard:
But went on, rather, talking of
The house her man had put
A first deposit on
And what it’s like to be in love.