Midnight in the Foreign Food Aisle Poem by Warsan Shire

Midnight in the Foreign Food Aisle

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Dear Uncle, is everything you love foreign
or are you foreign to everything you love?
We're all animals and the body wants what it wants,
I know. The blonde said Come in, take off
your coat and what do you want to drink?
Love is not haram but after years of fucking
women who cannot pronounce your name,
you find yourself in the foreign food aisle,
beside the turmeric and the saffron,
pressing your face into the ground, praying
in a language you haven't used in years.

Dena Aidrowd 11 April 2023

I love how you've expressed the relativity of "foreign". Beautiful!

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Chinedu Dike 29 April 2022

Nicely expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful piece written with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.

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Brook Renwick 27 April 2022

Going to the foreign food aisle is cheaper than a holiday. That's why I do it : )

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