“This is a book of dangerous poetry. It is a book that should not be left unsupervised or with the cover left open while you sleep. Inside are tales of women who eat themselves, mothers who collect clouds in small bottles, children who live beneath beds, poets who stand on top of tower blocks and girls who find wings and fly across a landscape of abandoned council estates, the ghosts of gangs spraying graffiti poetry. It is a book about beauty in ugly places. It is poetry written for the mouth. This book is what happens when you tell someone to be quiet.” Benjamin Zephaniah