Below are a selection of poems and short stories we have been asked to share.
To The Boy
To the boy whose cheeks burnt with tears…
Big Girls Blouse
He who’s not allowed to indulge in emotions
Don’t make a sound; that’s it swallow it down.
They’ll tell you you’ll turn out just like him, if only you knew who ‘He’ was.
The minds imprint taken only from photographs, no smell, touch or memory; no comment to pass…only fears to dwell on.
You took it as given that’s who you are.
No good…Simply rotten to the core, nothing of any significance that’s you a bi-product, mistake, a bastard…a devil child; that’s who!!
The anger it festered, it bubbled inside; it grew with you to the size of the door. No longer able to contain the volcano of vitriol, hate and I’m sure…the re-living of every single detail of the terrible things you endured.
BOYS DON’T CRY
It will ring in your ears like a bell.
So you push it away and swallow back the intensity of the swell.
The tidal wave will take you over, if you drop that guard, now the pain turns to anger how long can you keep it behind that façade?
Broad shoulders to carry the weight of the world…stiff upper lip, no sharing of thoughts or feelings, a void where a heart should live; or so you think!
You’re allowed to be open and honest.
You don’t need permission of course.
You CAN express your emotions take down the brick wall course by course.
Vulnerability’s not reserved just for females, and that is an actual truth.
No need to carry a globe on your back…no-one needs definitive proof of your strength as a man.
Because ultimately, all of those messages they fed you, when they told you that you can’t do this because you’re a boy; But You Can!!
By Saira-Jayne Jones
Ambushed by legal contract
Designed to silence justice
Costly courtroom battles
Truth publicly corrupted.
A battle plan that failed
Defended by legal privilege
Reinvented selves beware.
The list of crimes reported
Over time grew ever long
Yet onus placed on children
To know and tell holds strong.
Whistles blown were silenced
False claims testified
Finance forced compliance
Blighted lives remembered
Stories remain unheard
Justice long awaited
Is no justice at all.
When I was young, and you were old,
your child abuse was brave and bold.
Bereft of warmth, harsh and cold.
Now I’m grown, please be told.
You took every day I had.
You took my infancy.
You took my childhood.
You took my youth.
You took my adolescence.
You took my education.
You took my life chances.
You took my mental health.
You took my physical health.
You took my social health.
You took my self-awareness.
You took my self-esteem.
You took my sense of self.
You took my pride.
You took my honour.
You took my body.
You took my soul.
You took all that I had.
You took all that I was.
And yet, in the final analysis, you have nothing, and I have it all. It is better to give, than to receive. So, accept my forgiveness and please just leave.