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Radiance: Louis Nowra.
Sings:
“I’ll tell my ma when I get home,
The boys wont leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, the stole my comb,
Well that’s all right till I get home.
She is handsome she is pretty,
She is the belle of Dublin city,
She is courting, one, two three,
Please wont you tell me who she is
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her.
They knock at the door they ring at the belle,
Saying ‘oh my true love aren’t you well?’
Let the wind and rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She’s as nice as apple pie
She’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She wont tell her ma when she gets home,
Let the all come as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.”
It’s the only thing mum taught us all before she died.
Scatter them here- on the mud flats. The let the tied take them where it wants to. Nona!! Shut the hell up! Shut up, shut your filthy mouth.
Shut her up! Shut her dirty mouth- dirty mind.
You were created from dirt- your father never raped her. It was, me he raped me!
Under the house
Me he did it to me!
Under the burning house. Me. Me playing under the house. He grunting like a pig.
Hands under my dress, stabbing me in two. And I m moaning, moaning in pain, Nona.
He was just one of my mum’s boyfriends. If he walked down the street I don’t think I
would even recognise him. He was going to drive away, but his car had no petrol, so
he went a bought a can. Mum laughed at him coughing and spluttering as he sucked
on the tube to get it flowing into the tank. Then she went into town. I was playing
under the house, and had forgotten him entirely and then suddenly he was there
putting his hands up my dress, I said no, but he hit me across the face. I struggled and
screamed but he was to strong. He forced me up against one of the house posts. As he
was doing it he kept kissing me with his mouth smelling of petrol. all this awful pain
through my body like he was stabbing my in two. It was so excruciating that I bit into
the post, wanting to bite in two .He grunting like a pig biting me on the shoulder, his
sliver in my ear. When he finished he warned me not to tell mum, he said if I told
anyone, anyone, about what happened he would come back and put a screw driver
right through me. The he drove away. I stayed under the house for hours crying and
crying trying to clean my self with some old rags. I didn’t tell mum. Then a few
months later I realised I was having that mans baby. I tried to keep it from her until it
was too late. You know what happened when I told her- she hit me. She said iw as
lying. That it wasn’t her boyfriend- that it was one of the local boys and I was
blaming him. She didn’t believe me.
I had you in that house. In my bed. Only mum knew. I was twelve Nona …
I hated mum for not believing me but at least she kept you pretended you were hers that’s not your mother I m your mother, Nona. You were born because your so called
black prince raped me. Just a filthy pig smelling of petrol. mum and I kept it a secret.
I was ashamed she was ashamed.
But I m not ashamed of you you’re my blood. My blood is yours, Nona! I named you
because you are mine. That’s all mum would allow me to do- name you Nona.
Don’t walk away from me Nona! Nona don’t go NONA!
Sings:
“I’ll tell my ma when I get home,
The boys wont leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, the stole my comb,
Well that’s all right till I get home.
She is handsome she is pretty,
She is the belle of Dublin city,
She is courting, one, two three,
Please wont you tell me who she is
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her.
They knock at the door they ring at the belle,
Saying ‘oh my true love aren’t you well?’
Let the wind and rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She’s as nice as apple pie
She’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She wont tell her ma when she gets home,
Let the all come as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.”
It’s the only thing mum taught us all before she died.
Scatter them here- on the mud flats. The let the tied take them where it wants to. Nona!! Shut the hell up! Shut up, shut your filthy mouth.
Shut her up! Shut her dirty mouth- dirty mind.
You were created from dirt- your father never raped her. It was, me he raped me!
Under the house
Me he did it to me!
Under the burning house. Me. Me playing under the house. He grunting like a pig.
Hands under my dress, stabbing me in two. And I m moaning, moaning in pain, Nona.
He was just one of my mum’s boyfriends. If he walked down the street I don’t think I
would even recognise him. He was going to drive away, but his car had no petrol, so
he went a bought a can. Mum laughed at him coughing and spluttering as he sucked
on the tube to get it flowing into the tank. Then she went into town. I was playing
under the house, and had forgotten him entirely and then suddenly he was there
putting his hands up my dress, I said no, but he hit me across the face. I struggled and
screamed but he was to strong. He forced me up against one of the house posts. As he
was doing it he kept kissing me with his mouth smelling of petrol. all this awful pain
through my body like he was stabbing my in two. It was so excruciating that I bit into
the post, wanting to bite in two .He grunting like a pig biting me on the shoulder, his
sliver in my ear. When he finished he warned me not to tell mum, he said if I told
anyone, anyone, about what happened he would come back and put a screw driver
right through me. The he drove away. I stayed under the house for hours crying and
crying trying to clean my self with some old rags. I didn’t tell mum. Then a few
months later I realised I was having that mans baby. I tried to keep it from her until it
was too late. You know what happened when I told her- she hit me. She said iw as
lying. That it wasn’t her boyfriend- that it was one of the local boys and I was
blaming him. She didn’t believe me.
I had you in that house. In my bed. Only mum knew. I was twelve Nona …
I hated mum for not believing me but at least she kept you pretended you were hers that’s not your mother I m your mother, Nona. You were born because your so called
black prince raped me. Just a filthy pig smelling of petrol. mum and I kept it a secret.
I was ashamed she was ashamed.
But I m not ashamed of you you’re my blood. My blood is yours, Nona! I named you
because you are mine. That’s all mum would allow me to do- name you Nona.
Don’t walk away from me Nona! Nona don’t go NONA!