What We Have

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Our men do not belong to us. Even my own father, left one afternoon, is not mine. My brother is in prison, is not mine. My uncles, they go back home and they are shot in the head, are not mine. My cousins, stabbed in the street for being too—or not—enough, are not mine.

Then the men we try to love, say we carry too much loss, wear too much black, are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too. Is that what we're here for? To sit at kitchen tables, counting on our fingers the ones who died, those who left and the others who were taken by the police, or by drugs, or by illness or by other women. It makes no sense. Look at your skin, her mouth, these lips, those eyes, my God, listen to that laugh. The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, and even then, we have the moon.
Friday, June 23, 2017
ildi gee 24 July 2019
The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, and even then, we have the moon. Sums it all up
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ruby h 19 March 2019
im a student studying warsan shire could somebody explain the meaning behind this poem? thanks
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Hol horse & Boingo 17 January 2020
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Nacho Libre 17 January 2020
I am I am I am I am I think I am I thank I am I'm Glad I am I'm proud I am A real religious man
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eeeee 17 January 2020
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alex murithi 20 July 2018
am speechless..am from kenya and am in love with your work..
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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 09 June 2018
The first stanza is very moving, ..Thanks for sharing your thoughtsfull words with us
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faiza 01 March 2018
nice one
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