Watch: Birmingham Poet Laureate Casey Bailey recite Dear Brum
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‘Of course I’m here writing you again…’ With these words Birmingham Poet Laureate Casey Bailey begins his love letter to the city.
The heartfelt poem is featured in a thought-provoking video alongside key landmarks across Birmingham - and has been heralded a real celebration of the city’s talent and diversity.
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Hide AdIt was launched at the newly refurbished Banqueting Suite in the Council House on Monday (June 27) with guests including former civic heads, councillors, business leaders and creative leads in the city.
The poem was written as a love letter to Birmingham, to capture the hearts and minds of Birmingham and provide a voice for our citizens to shout about what we love about our city.
It is about creating a moment to inspire the Birmingham community and shine a light on our city, inspiring civic pride not only ahead of the Commonwealth Games, but beyond too.
After the reading Casey, who was born and raised in Nechells, talked about how he came up with the poem, saying: “I wanted to think about things that are iconic in the city and the fact that it isn’t always a love story. I wanted to encapsulate all the emotions I have towards the city.”
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Hide AdLord Mayor of Birmingham Cllr Maureen Cornish said: “A love letter to Brum – an epitome of what this city is about and everything Birmingham stands for.”
Cllr Ian Ward, leader of Birmingham City Council said: "This fantastic poem was a highlight of an unforgettable evening that made me feel so proud of Birmingham and the incredible talent we have here. The Commonwealth Games are almost upon us and I want people in neighbourhoods right across the city to feel part of the Games and their legacy. This is such a golden opportunity for Birmingham. As Casey’s poem says, we’ve got to ‘go for gold’.”
Dear Brum Poem in full:
Dear Brum
Of course I’m here writing you again
The marrow in my bones, the fire in my pen
You are the music in my accent, the reason that I sing
Placed like the main attraction, the middle of everything
It’s so appropriate that we sit in the centre of the land
A place that so many can reach but few can understand
You have to really breathe it in, walk amongst these people
In this so called second city, we are more than just a sequel
Original in every way the light that never fades
And yes you heard the games are coming, but my city doesn’t play
So let the flags stream through, but we’ve had a preview
In the city that is home to so many day to day
It hasn’t always done us proud, home of Enoch’s speeches
Rivers couldn’t wash the blood, you can’t dust or clean it
Its legacy lives on, and we’ve definitely moved on
But life is not always a beach, in the city of no beaches
We’ve had our dark Sundays, but Monday brings dawn
So we survive the black sabbaths, where Ozzy was born
Iommi, Ward, and Butler making every song special
Down the road from Iron Bridge, we were forging heavy metal
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A place with so much heritage, yet somehow in its prime
Just look at chamberlain square, clock tower rising in the air
And you don’t even have to stare for you to see that it’s our time
And time is precious, with the beauty and the pain that it delivers
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Hide AdGlass buildings rise around me I’m reflecting in these mirrors
When I think of what I’ve lost in this city I get shivers
Shivers, I get shivers
But if I’m the town hall then the city is its pillars
The expertise at the QE cannot be overstated if you understand it
There’s a reason why Birmingham’s the place where Malala landed
When she arrived her life was on the edge let’s not understate it
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Hide AdFought for girls education then in Edgbaston, she was educated
Proud, that’s the way my city makes me feel
Loud, about achievements that you won’t believe are real
Clouds, can hammer us with rain and make the river swell
But the storm is water off a duck’s back on these Brum canals
I am Leon Priestnall’s words, Jamelia’s superstar
There’s an Annotomix Fox spray painted on my heart
The art, just like the people round here, is eclectic
Putting on a show for years, go and check in The Electric
Respect it, the special kind of story that we write
Give it credit and that’s by the order of Stephen Knight
Keep running, it’s just another lap of Alexander Stadium
Go for gold on the podium
Be Bold, Be Birmingham
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