No one leaves home until home is a damp voice in your ear saying leave, run now, i don't know what i've become. I want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home tells you to leave what you could not behind, even if it was human. They somehow won her heart, or held the key to deeper parts of her, or forced or tricked their ways inbut none of them succeeded in making a home out of the house none of them succeeded in. Warsan Shire Home is featured in an anthology of much-loved poems and other verse forms from the English-speaking world. These are all men who succeededone way or anotherin making their way into the speaker’s home. The dirty looks in the street softer than a limb torn off, the indignity of everyday life more tender than fourteen men who look like your father, between your legs, insults easier to swallow than rubble, than your child's body in pieces - for now, forget about pride your survival is more important. Anwar, Basil, Yusuf, and Blue-Eyed Johnny. Part of a series of poems by African feminist writers for 16 Days of Activism against Gender Violence. No one would choose to crawl under fences, be beaten until your shadow leaves you, raped, then drowned, forced to the bottom of the boat because you are darker, be sold, starved, shot at the border like a sick animal, be pitied, lose your name, lose your family, make a refugee camp a home for a year or two or ten, stripped and searched, find prison everywhere and if you survive and you are greeted on the other side with go home blacks, refugees dirty immigrants, asylum seekers sucking our country dry of milk, dark, with their hands out smell strange, savage - look what they've done to their own countries, what will they do to ours? 50.50 Your Mother’s First Kiss A poem by Warsan Shire. Who would choose to spend days and nights in the stomach of a truck unless the miles travelled meant something more than journey. The second section begins with a Somali proverb that. She is the author of the collections Teaching My Mother How to Give. In the first section, a speaker recalls her mother explaining to her that all women's bodies are housescontaining various locked rooms that hold a variety of emotions, such as lust, grief, and apathyand that men sometimes come with hammers or keys and break into these rooms. The poem Home by Warsan Shire focuses on the importance of home and demonstrates how the connotation of home is experienced by refugees. Migrants hang onto flotation tubes in the sea after jumping from an overloaded wooden boat during a rescue operation 16 kilometres off the coast of Libya. Warsan Shire was born in Kenya in 1988 and is a London-based Somali-British writer.
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