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”



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



doesn’t she wear

the world well


by: Warsan Shire


A Link To Her Book :

Enjoy 🙂

Good day



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