Warsan Shire heter den lovende unge poeten fra Storbritannia. En fantastisk og talentfull jente, hadde jeg bodd i England hadde jeg garantert vært på alle hennes diktopplesninger, jeg vurderer faktisk å fly til London bare for å gjøre det.
Bloggen hennes: http://www.warsanshire.blogspot.com/
MySpace profil: http://www.myspace.com/warsanshire
day nine.
and what of those women
who came home with the bleeding handsthose who held down the thighs
of their daughtersthose who cleaned the rusted
blade with warm spitwho lit coal beneath
binded legswho lit fires and drank
tea leaves under tin skieswho danced when a man came
to try to make a woman out of that woundwho paraded when the sheets came back
a siren redwhat of them now?
at night does a henna tipped forefinger
remind them of all the flesh cut away
by mother
and mothers mother
and mothers mothers motherand do they the remember their daughters
and cry?
bravo warsan
warsan er skjønn altså, utrolig pen er hun også, hun gjør meg rett og slett stolt!