Kyla’s Diary - Inspired by A Silent Night | Mina West

This spoken word piece is based on the short film A Silent Night produced by Black Apron Entertainment.

Check out full movie trailer here

This short film also got selected to be showcased at Cannes Short Film Corner 2016
You can find the team on Twitter & Instagram: @BlackApronEnt

Music Composer: Jordan Thomas
You can find him on Twitter & Instagram +JordanThomasUK 

This was a great project to be a part of, Black Apron Entertainment are a London based film production company, who follow the ethos of no limit when it comes to the creative mind. Myself and Black Apron Entertainment collaborated creatively - I wrote a poem inspired and based on the short film A Silent Night. The poem is based on the young girl named Kyla, she transitions into a life of poverty with her brother as her mum adjust to life as a single parent.

Honestly I could relate to this movie, growing up in inner city London with a single mother - I witness my mother hold a brave face, and constantly working her hardest so we could have the best opportunities in life. This movie touches on the different struggles one can face, and I strongly urge you to check it out.

To add it was fun recording and filming with the team :), some pics below.

Meet the Black Apron Entertainment guys :)


On that silent night
My mother had to flight or fight
No more time for fun and play
Poverty had made its way
To stay
And as much as we tried
This is something we could not delay
We would hold a brave face
Saying that everything was okay
But there was a change
And i wished for us to remain the same
Happy with new outfits and the latest games
But now the thought of filling out new clothes
Was insane
Because we couldn’t even fill out our stomachs

“Mummy i’m hungry”
I could see the guilt on my mother’s face
With that one simple line
My brother swore things will be just fine
But the sight on my mother's face
Left a trace of a woman now broken
Mother tried to deny
But her eyes were bloodshot from her cries
That she’d slide away and hide from us
Wishing she could confide in us
But I couldn’t deny it was a terrible ride for us

School was hard and is still
I’ve learnt to drill out the thoughts
That I can live the same life
As ,everybody else in school
Learning that money
Doesn't always equate to cool
My older brother is living proof
That regardless of our situation we can still rule
Or at least try too ...

Mother said please behave
And we would cave at the thought of upsetting her
There was no father figure in our household
So brother figured he’d assume role.
He makes me follow the rules
Even though he follows his own
I may moan
But with him I know I’m never alone

Even in those silent nights at home

Mina West x

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