Saturday, 4 October 2014

My Favourite Poem

It was National Poetry Day on Thursday and, whilst I was a little too busy to update at the time, I thought I would share my favourite poem with you.

The poet:

Warsan Shire is a British poet born to Somali parents in Kenya in 1988. I first became aware of her when a friend sent me a text with some words from her poems. Having just lost my mother they made me burst into tears in the middle of IKEA.

“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are
still together.”
I bought Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth (2011) straight away. I was hooked.
The poem:
As a proud feminist this poem speaks to me in so many ways. Firstly, it resonates with me because in the past I've been told that I am a very difficult person; that my strength of conviction and passion for issues I feel strongly about it not attractive to other people. I've always been very vocal about my liberalism and this scares a lot of people - including my husband! Secondly, it says a lot about the struggle of women in the modern age to conform to society's standards about the 'perfect woman'.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

"for women who are 'difficult' to love."
Warsan Shire
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
Those last three lines send chills down my spine every.single.time.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful Poem, so evocative, thanks so much for sharing xxx


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