The SiCC and SLCC Creatives are a group of young people who use art, poetry, and music to have their voice heard.
The crew express their lived experiences, their needs and the things that they’d like to change through creative means. You can see some examples of what the SiCC and SLCC Creatives have created below.
We’re always looking for more young creatives to join the SiCC and SLCC Creatives. Would you like to be part of our crew?
Lemn Sissay Stencil Canvases for the Annual Achievement Awards 2023
The SiCC and SLCC Creatives were excited to learn that the speaker for the 2023 Annual Achievement Awards was going to be poet Lemn Sissay, so they wanted to celebrate in the SiCC and SLCC Creatives way, by creating spray paint stencil art.
Check out the video about the Lemn Sissay stencil canvases below.
In this section you’ll see writings from the SiCC and SLCC Creatives.
Dear Foster Child
Written by Shannon
Songs performed by our extraordinarily gifted SiCC and SLCC Creatives.
Until I Found You
Performed by Rayah
‘I choose this song because it’s so lovely. The melody is incredible and it fits my voice perfectly. It’s a song I listened to when my Mum had passed away, so it’s very close to my heart. If I’m ever having a bad day, I can sing this song to make myself feel better.’
Performed by Rayah
‘I choose this song because it’s so nice to listen to when you’re having a hard time. It always lifts me up and makes me feel great.’
Children Looked After (CLA) Leaving Care Family Time Away Day @ Dillington House
On the 29th September 2022, we attended the CLA Leaving Care Family Time Away Day. It was a great opportunity for us to connect with those that work directly with children looked after, have them try out the graffiti activities and get their opinions on mental health, wellbeing and the creative arts.
Check out the video of images and quotes from the day below.
Here are some examples of poems created by the incredibly talented crew of SiCC and SLCC Creatives
My Care Leaver Status
I see my care leaver status
As something not to be afraid of
I see the stigma put upon us
And yet it’s still nothing I’m ashamed of
My experience and knowledge gained through that time I spent looked after
Is something that I took, moulded and mastered
Of course I’m still mad, furious and tired of the system
But yet I will never brand myself a victim
As I and those around me struggle
For we chose what we do with our lives – we pulled ourselves out of the rubble
I see other children looked after, and those who have aged out
And with the strength each person holds, I feel so proud
As we are presented with a broken service
Yet still we all manage to prosper, and find purpose
Somebody, who, I don’t know
Enters what I thought was home
Somebody I’ve barely met packing my belongings into black bags, again here we go
Just another placement I couldn’t keep
“it wasn’t right for you, you know you were evicted and it’s time for your things to leave”
As if they think that any words could relieve that grief
Of leaving where you finally settled, dare I say felt safe
And multiple times down the line every time
I still remember the warmth of the tears streaming down my face
So from then I lived life out of bags in case history repeated
But glad I did, as of course it happened again so these days I feel like a disgrace
I am not a human, I was a care package, a bed space
It doesn’t matter I how I feel about the place
That I live in, and now I have somewhere to live
And I’m sure that sounds great
But I feel so empty, alone and nothing ever seems to give
Because I spend my life as a liability,
Drowning in destruction I caused
When I lack any sense of stability
Even when working the hardest I can
I never get any credibility
Because it’s never good enough
And they tell you they can see it’s ‘rough’
To live in constant unproductivity
Not that I deserve even an inch of it, but people get tired of my shit, they lose sympathy
And who could blame them at all?
And I don’t have answers, nor does anyone else
Nobody wants watch somebody continually fall
And I beg for help, no fuck that I yell
Somehow I’m supposed to understand permanence, my own company and cope
Yet I’ve never had that, nor did I have the choice
Until now, and when left to my own devices, everything I touch I destroy
The constant feeling of crisis
Turn me to use vices
And this has all left me weak, spineless
I see no end to this feeling until my body lays lifeless
But when its all said and done
As I’ve been told
The choice sits with me,
There’s only so long you can keep hold
When everything you fight for constantly unfolds
And I can’t carry it around no more
I sit back and watch, and know at my core
Some in this life don’t make it
And I think I will be in that statistic
She was the first to rise
Hair golden and fell like pretty petals cascading from the skies.
The green she wore just like leaves
And a laugh like the spring
For she was everything to me,
Planting seeds of memories
that could never leave.
But we could never be.
For she yearned for the tree
yet I am a rose with me comes
Destined to be torn.
Rooted in anguish,
My pain couldn’t vanish
Why couldn’t she see?
The love buried within me.
From my bramble bush I’ll cry,
For you a million times
My sunflower baby,
Chose him not me
But of course what’s a rose
to a tree?
On every bag and box I own
is a sticker with my name
somehow these sticky labels
have always held so much pain
if they come off, my biggest fear is they’ll be placed straight back
and there are bags I’ve had filled for months because I’m too scared to unpack
ironic really, because that sounds a lot like my brain
bags and boxes of trauma that never get addressed
and they too hold so much pain
so it’s almost like those name tags hold metaphorical value still
if I remove them, I feel like things will again go downhill
and labels with my name will return
and these days I feel like my value is held to a room or a bed
and the thought of settling makes my stomach turn
because despite my chaotic past I’m still a person, the fact no one values that messes with my head