I guess its the parent in me that has me hooked on any piece like this. But let that not be a discredit to the wonderful work of words and ode to an unborn daughter that this poem is. Desree performs with a fine rhythm and flow. A clarity of vocal that allows each verse to reach its intended target. As a father of a daughter I can’t not love hearing what she says here (Daddy’s listen out for it). Brilliant what a lucky daughter to have a mother like Desree.

Shouts to Word Up the new monthly Open Mic poetry night in North West London doing some fine work spreading the art form. More details on their events click here.

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