Warsan Shire

[Forfon]

I was always in love and still in love with this woman.

 

[Forfon]

 

[HOW CAN SHE SLAP?!?]

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

[Forfon]

Each to their own.

 

[primate]

Dear uncle, is everything you love foreign or are you foreign to everything you love?

Man sometimes you just got to wonder wtf is going on inside the heads of these spoken word poets.

 

[Geeljire]

Bump!!

 

[Forfon]

Man sometimes you just got to wonder wtf is going on inside the heads of these spoken word poets.

Bump!!

More to come <3

i see you all are enjoying her talent.

 

[John Michael]

I just wikied her she's only 27.


We need to get on the healthy eating and exercise.

 

[Forfon]

 

[Shamis]

She's really well known in these parts and she performs in some pretty impressive venues for a spoken word artist.

 

[Phillip]

Dear uncle, is everything you love foreign or are you foreign to everything you love?

That sounds very intelligent on the surface but when broken down it's not.

e.g Boonaa Mohammed:

Even the devil believes in God, so what does that make you?

I'm sure she has better lines.

 

[IntensiveCareUnit]

she's absolutely amazing. a cut above other somali spoken word artists who write about their immigration and somalinimo. she does much more tactful and less whiny.

 

[Forfon]

@IntensiveCareUnit Totally!

 

[Duchess]

she's absolutely amazing. a cut above other somali spoken word artists who write about their immigration and somalinimo. she does much more tactful and less whiny.

This. I enjoy her work because it's not about the usual 'I come as refugee, I have dual identity' crap that I find hard to relate to.

 

[IntensiveCareUnit]

“Fire
i

The morning you were made to leave
she sat on the front steps,
dress tucked between her thighs,
a packet of Marlboro Lights
near her bare feet, painting her nails
until the polish curdled.
Her mother phoned–

What do you mean he hit you?
Your father hit me all the time
but I never left him.
He pays the bills
and he comes home at night,
what more do you want?

Later that night she picked the polish off
with her front teeth until the bed you shared
for seven years seemed speckled with glitter
and blood.
ii

On the drive to the hotel, you remember
“the funeral you went to as a little boy,
double burial for a couple who
burned to death in their bedroom.
The wife had been visited
by her husband’s lover,
a young and beautiful woman who paraded
her naked body in the couple’s kitchen,
lifting her dress to expose breasts
mottled with small fleshy marks,
a back sucked and bruised, then dressed herself
and walked out of the front door.
The wife, waiting for her husband to come home,
doused herself in lighter fluid. On his arrival
she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around
his torso. The husband, surprised at her sudden urge,
carried his wife to the bedroom, where
she straddled him on their bed, held his face
against her chest and lit a match.
iii

A young man greets you in the elevator.
He smiles like he has pennies hidden in his cheeks.
You’re looking at his shoes when he says
the rooms in this hotel are sweltering.
Last night in bed I swear I thought
my body was on fire.”

so haunting.