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Month: September 2013
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UGLY
Born In 1988, Warsan Shire Is A Kenyan-Born Somali Poet Who Currently Lives In London . She Is A Writer ,Artist and Activist Who Uses Her Work To Document Narratives of Journey and Trauma.
I Describe Her Poetry As Plain, Fresh and Rare Because Of Her Well Eloquence and Wisdom That Is Beyond Her Years, With Lines That Hover and Linger For Weeks.I’ve Read Amazing Poems On Her Blog and Since Then I Fell Completely In Love With Work.
Today I Want To Share One Of My Favourite Poem UGLY from Her Book” Teaching my Mother How To Give Birth”
UGLY
Your daughter is ugly
she knows loss intimately
carries whole cities in her
As a child relatives wouldn’t hold her
she was splintered wood and sea water
They said she reminded them of the war
On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
how to tie her hair like rope
and smoke it over burning frankincense
You made her gargle rosewater
and while she coughed, said
macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
of lonely or empty
You are her mother
Why did you not warn her
and hold her like a rotting boat
and tell her that men will not love her
if she is covered in continents,
if her teeth are small colonies,
if her stomach is an island
if her thighs are borders?
What man wants to lay down
and watch the world burn
in his bedroom?
Your daughter ‘s face is a small riot
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear,
a body littered with ugly things
but,God
doesn’t she wear
the world well
by: Warsan Shire
A Link To Her Book : http://www.amazon.com/Teaching-Mother-Birth-mouthmark-ebook/dp/B00DCD5W7S/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-1&qid=1379835518
Enjoy 🙂
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