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Spoken Words, Real Talk
BY
Mimi Rose.
One unusually glorious British summer, words began to flow from Mimi Rose onto the page. Words that had to be voiced, about times that needed to be discussed: Black woman times, Chronic illness times, Racist times, Present times, Fantastic times, Horrendous times, Painful times, Writer times, Happy times, Poignant times, Family times. It became a remembering season, with soul-healing moments coming into view. The words are genuine, honest, and real. They are sometimes funny and always thought-provoking.
Each piece is accompanied by a musical suggestion, which the author feels enhances the emotions in the words. Living today is very challenging. Living as a Black, chronically-ill woman is deeply challenging. When you read this collection, it is hoped that you feel seen, heard, uplifted, informed, recognised, and mindful. Divided into four sections— Race, Health, the World, and the Future— these pieces are designed to be spoken out loud.
What the people are saying:
“Beautiful poetry collection…so much resonated with me”
Sophia Jackson. Afridiziak Theatre News.
“ Moving” “Powerful”
“ I Feel Seen”
“Profound, meaningful and Relateable”
“Thank you for writing this book”
“What a beautiful journey”
“Really Inspiring”
“Definitely a recommend”
“REally Good”
“Well Done” “Amazing”
“Blown Away”
“gORGEOUS bOOK, gORGEOUS pOETRY”
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Listen up
This poem from the book is called “Happiness”( Page 67) read by Mimi Rose.
Eyes Unseen
Musical Suggestion-
“I wish I knew how it would feel to be free”
Nina Simone
I wrote this piece after hearing about a young Black gymnast in Ireland, who was overlooked when it came to handing out the prizes.
Where is my prize?
Where is my medal?
Our eyes are meeting, her eyes blue, mine brown.
Her eyes look away to the next blue-eyed person.
She gets my medal.
I stand alone, the only one without a prize.
I smile, I don’t make a fuss,
so that I might be remembered.
Because maybe, she’s just forgotten.
More eyes meet mine; they tell me to smile.
I do, but no prize still, just… a photo.
Inside I feel sad I worked so hard
But my brown-eyed gymnast skills are not enough here.
Inside, my eyes are crying, outside my eyes still smile.
She looks down the aisle the blue-eyed one.
One more medal left, it must be mine.
The eyes look down and find me.
It’s too late, it’s time to go.
No audience claps for me.
We leave the arena, a medal is placed quickly
around my neck, a rub of the head, and a gentle push forward
say, it’s the end.
I still don’t cry.
About MIMI
Mimi has been a writer in a variety of ways. She has been song- writer, she is a playwright, and has had two of her plays on in London, and one nominated for an off-west-end award. More recently, Mimi has been writing spoken word poetry. Mimi started to write when chronic illnesses took away her ability to do anything else. Writing is an outlet and expression which she can do when she’s able to, and something that brings her a lot of joy.