![]() Johnny with the blue eyes came with a bag of tools he had used on other women: one hairpin, a bottle of bleach, a switchblade and a jar of Vaseline. Basil came and hesitated at the door for three years. Anwar didn’t push it all the way in, I still think about what he could have opened up inside of me. The bigger my body is, the more locked rooms there are, the more men come with keys. I point to my body and say Oh this old thing? No, I just slipped it on.Īre you going to eat that? I say to my mother, pointing to my father who is lying on the dining room table, his mouth stuffed with a red apple. With a dry mouth, looking down at his new, neat procedure. Only for him to wake up hours later in a bathtub full of ice, Perhaps she has a plan, perhaps she takes him back to hers I said Stop, I said No and he did not listen. Nin soo joog laga waayo, soo jiifso aa laga helaa, Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women kitchen of lust,Īnd sometimes, the men – they come with hammers. He takes off his jacket and sits down for the rest of his life. I can make the blood run back up my nose, ants rushing into a hole, We grow into smaller bodies, my breasts disappear. Your cheeks soften, teeth sink back into gums I can write the poem and make it disappear, I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love. ![]() I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love, Mum’s body rolls back up the stairs, the bone pops back into place, I can write the poem and make it disappear. Give them stumps for hands if even once they touched us without consent, Your cheeks soften, teeth sink back into gums. We grow into smaller bodies, my breasts disappear, I can make the blood run back up my nose, ants rushing into a hole. He takes off his jacket and sits down for the rest of his life The poem can start with him walking backwards into a room. ![]() Suggested read: #NaPoWriMo Poems That’ll Disturb The Comfortable And Comfort The Disturbed Pressing your face into the ground, praying You find yourself in the foreign food aisle, Love is not haram but after years of fucking We’re all animals and the body wants what it wants, Or are you foreign to everything you love? No one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your earĭear Uncle, is everything you love foreign Messed up their country and now they want No one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truckįeeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled That no one puts their children in a boat Made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back. Only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets It’s not something you ever thought of doingĪnd even then you carried the anthem under No one leaves home unless home chases you Who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory When you see the whole city running as well Suggested read: 7 Best Poems By William Blake That Only Gained Popularity After His Death I want you to read all of them slowly to really experience the beauty of the worlds they create. Today, we will be reading 5 of the best poems by Warsan Shire.
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