Brixton child guidance
Angels of death
Arrived at my door
Ordering the devil to take control
Of my life
Even though I said no
Sending their cherubs to the fires of hell
Inhabiting the depths of my memory
Because once I had a daughter
Stolen by the women of torture
Living across the street
In a place called child guidance
Commanded by Dr. Nikapota
My life has finished
My life has finished the day I set eyes on the Brixton child guidance and Dr. Nikapota stole my daughter
I don't know how to say this
I am accusing Child Guidance of a sin
They made my daughter Rosanna Ciancia leave my home
Never to come back again
Even if she must have missed her family
In her forced exile
Far from everyone who loved her
This is Rosanna's story
My daughter was born on the fourth of September 1984, after a swift pregnancy when I didn't experience any of the bad things associated with pregnancy.
I already had two other children and Rosanna was my third child.
Those first months were sweet, when my daughter gurgled past several of her milestones, sharing our love in our small council flat in Brixton Hill.
"Baby" her sister Romina called her, the name stuck and I called my youngest daughter, "baby" from then on.
They made my daughter Rosanna Ciancia leave my home
Never to come back again
Even if she must have missed her family
In her forced exile
Far from everyone who loved her
This is Rosanna's story
My daughter was born on the fourth of September 1984, after a swift pregnancy when I didn't experience any of the bad things associated with pregnancy.
I already had two other children and Rosanna was my third child.
Those first months were sweet, when my daughter gurgled past several of her milestones, sharing our love in our small council flat in Brixton Hill.
"Baby" her sister Romina called her, the name stuck and I called my youngest daughter, "baby" from then on.