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Posted on December 5th 2018
Girls' Poetry Published in Anthology of Creative Writing
Several of our girls have had their poetry featured in Hidden Figures, an anthology of creative writing from across the Harris Federation.
Our Year 8 and 9 students were inspired to create these poems by their work with the ‘Golden Oldies’, a Southwark-based seniors’ organisation, where they conducted oral history interviews with Bermondsey residents who emigrated to the UK from Caribbean countries in the 50s, 60s and 70s.
Having recorded their interviewees’ descriptions of the hostile reception they received when they first arrived in the UK, the students decided to give a voice to this marginalised community by turning their perspectives into poems which they performed at the termly HAB spoken word event.
Fuelled by this newfound sense of responsibility to give a voice to marginalised people, they extended the scope of their poetry to include other groups who have historically been ignored or relegated to the sidelines of society, such as soldiers who are routinely stripped of their humanity and viewed simply as weapons or methods of warfare, and also our students themselves who have often found themselves the victim of prejudice and discrimination from wider society, based on their age, gender, ethnicity or class.
We're so #ProudToBeHAB of our girls poems that we thought we'd publish them here for your to read.
Ms Wignall
Lower my Head, Divert my Eyes
By Nadifa Ibrahim
No job, no money
That's just how life was to be
Six pounds a week was all I would ever see
Porcelain skin,
Hair pinned
Society’s ideals
To me was so surreal
Never out loud
no spoken truth
You stare me down with your hateful eyes
Yet your smiles hide your lies
Work just as hard maybe even harder
still I'm dirt beneath your shoes
Puff my chest, look ahead, bolder,
Taller and taller I grew and grew
Never earned as much
But we worked the same job
Had the same mechanics touch
Until life gave me that fatal awakening
That slap on the face
When your fist hit my chest
Lord knows I tried my very best
But my best was never enough
You threw the first punch but the boss had to let me go
Because of course I'm at fault as I didn't lay low
Lower my head divert my eyes
Work hard, save money, eat, repeat
That's how it went
Back then for someone like me
My melanin was all they could see
War
By Ikraam Sheikbihi
The end of another sleepless night,
The suffocating gas invaded my lungs
Coughing, choking. I counted the minutes
I reminisce about how life was before
I savour the white noise whilst the attacks have paused
Before war, the towering buildings stood tall,
The people worked and played
Little did they know that were to be pawns in a game of ruthless political chess
Toys for the man in charge, the dictator and his disciples
Now only rubble and demise lay on the scarred surface
Everyday new nameless bodies join the statistics in a war based on pride
The honourable people lose their value with the utterance of one word
War
Whilst the powerful bathe in their 8 figure sums
The destitute drown in their bottomless trenches
The Coast is Clear Now
By Ava Jason
The coast is clear now,
My lights away from me.
Can I get them back?
Every depressing breath that escapes my abysmal figure,
Is a reminder of my tedious existence, without them.
My flag stands upright.
We have not succumbed,
Yet our world is now wilting,
Our flag stands upright.
Through our rationing,
Through our fog,
Through our forlorn suffocation,
Our flag stands upright.
The gas condenses my anger.
My friends have left, I stay.
I yearn for my past,
Though it may be tainted
But my flag miraculously remains.
My orders are clear, my actions intent.
A large, sinister force rips from
The control of my plane,
Ashes. Flames. Screams.
The soundtrack of my journey,
I plan to destroy the flag that still manages to stand upright,
To usurp it of its production of moral.
Broken
By Ilham Alasow
Fragile, emotional
In the eyes of the media,
Women should have social anxiety
Rights of women subservient to those of men
We should be the anomalies
Equally as significant
Women being told that they’re inferior to men,
Is a theory
To be beautiful doesn’t mean you have to reach the ideals set by misogynists
Beauty is found within
Accepting your flaws
To be comfortable in your own skin
Not needing applause
Appearance is the skin
Inner beauty is the water
Reading the label when in fact
What matters is found inside
Inner beauty is pushed away
Like an abandoned orphan
Now I know our ignorance is a kind of bacteria
Multiplying when instead we should use the antidote
Knowledge
To know the inner beauty is what matters
Not the outer beauty
Fears
By Basma El Hayani
I have fears for the future
In fact, I have many fears
But my number one fear
is that I won’t be able to be someone successful
Someone who cares for people
And listens to people
Someone who thinks about others
I am scared that I won’t achieve the goals
That I want to reach
The goals that may
Even be impossible to complete
Impossible to even believe
I start to think
Is there even a reason to compete
A reason to start to achieve
What I think I could achieve
A reason to believe
What I think I could believe
Because some people think
It’s useless
It’s useless to start to believe
It’s useless to start to complete
To start to complete the tasks
The tasks that I might misconceive
Leading to a different interpretation
Of what I can actually see
And so I’ll look up to my being
To find my meaning
So I’ll believe in myself
I’ll prove others wrong
And I will succeed
Succeed in my own
Unique way
I have many fears for the future
But succeeding isn’t one of them.