they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who used to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
“what they did yesterday afternoon” by Warsan Shire
Thank you to everyone who has read and shared Warsan’s timeless poem. May it bring you a glimmer of peace. ❤️
I hope you’ll learn more about Ms. Shire and her work:
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