1 In 2013 she was awarded the inaugural Brunel University African Poetry Prize, chosen from a shortlist of six candidates out of a total 655 entries. But in the end, these three artists, Warsan Shire, Kahlil Joseph and Beyoncé, are reflecting what they choose to, of their interests, back into their art. 'The House' is about a woman coming to terms with the way that past relationships and abuse have manifested themselves in her body and psyche, while also dealing with her own shattered sense of selfhood.
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. Her words No one leaves home unless/home is the mouth of a shark, from the poem Conversations about Home (at a deportation centre), have been called a. Warsan Shire FRSL (born 1 August 1988) is a British writer, poet, editor and teacher, who was born to Somali parents in Kenya. 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. 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.
#HOME WARSAN SHIRE MEANING SERIES#
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. It explores the forces that drive people to leave their homesforces that are often deeply misconstrued and misunderstood. Who would choose to spend days and nights in the stomach of a truck unless the miles travelled meant something more than journey. The poem Home by Warsan Shire focuses on the importance of home and demonstrates how the connotation of home is experienced by refugees. Home is a poem about migration, and the traumas and complexities that define it.
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.
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