My mother, my queen

A poem written by Janani, a year 9 student who formed part of the winning group from our YPI projects this year. Rebecca, Janani, Deborah and Samira won £3000 that they donated to Womens Aid Bexley last month. They have been invited to perform this emotional and fantastic poem at the Insitute of Philanthropy celebration event at the end of this month. Today they we're able to work with Musa Okwinga who is a professional poetry reader and these are the results. I am sure you will agree.... amazing!

He hit and slapped her in front of my face,
Causing a riot and taking her grace.
She’s never the one to start a big scene,
But this scene involved her- my mother, my queen.

I peered through my fingers to see my mum cry,
She looked straight at me and whispered “goodbye”.
Her eyes slowly closed for my world to turn black,
I finally knew I quickly lost track.

Flashes of that day could be seen through my eyes,
I remember my mother say: “always be wise!”
Wise I was not as anger pierced through,
Please mum come back I really need you!

He hit and slapped her in front of my face,
Cause a riot and taking her grace,
She’s never the one to start a big scene,
But that scene involved her my mother, my queen.





Miss Udy