Kate Rice ✍ with a poem.
Provenance
Where did I get it?
From where did it come?
Bogland slip and green hill
Slow bodhrán drum.
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Pipe and fiddle fighting
Music long and loud
Are you ashamed of where you ‘re from?
Worse still - are you proud?
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Green and orange mixing
A burial shade of brown
Do you come from rage and hunger?
I come from County Down.
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Ancestor in the Turf Lodge
The Catholic overflow
Do you know what that past makes you?
Ask me! I’ll say no.
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Boats on Scottish waters
When did your blood arrive?
I’m Irish, I say, boat or not
Since before I’ve been alive.
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A father born to British views
Would he still love my face?
He does not know his little girl;
She’s from a different place.
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You the Shankill, him the Falls
Mo chara, I yearn to be seen
Cut me, Ireland. Cut me deep!
Your daughter’s bleeding green.
⏩Kate Rice is a peace baby.
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