Home by Warsan Shire

Art Source: Deviant Art, M10tje

Poem By Warsan Shire

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no one leaves home unless

home is the mouth of a shark.

you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well.

your neighbours running faster
than you, the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind
the old tin factory is

holding a gun bigger than his body, you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one would leave home unless home chased you, fire under feet,
hot blood in your belly.

it’s not something you ever thought about doing, and so when you did –
you carried the anthem under your breath, waiting until the airport toilet

to tear up the passport and swallow,
each mouthful of paper making it clear that you would not be going back.

you have to understand,

no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land.

who would choose to spend days and nights in the stomach of a truck unless the miles travelled
meant something more than journey.

no one would choose to crawl under fences,
be beaten until your shadow leaves you,
raped, then drowned, forced to the bottom of
the boat because you are darker, be sold,
starved, shot at the border like a sick animal,
be pitied, lose your name, lose your family,
make a refugee camp a home for a year or two or ten, stripped and searched, find prison everywhere

and if you survive and you are greeted on the other side with go home blacks, refugees
dirty immigrants, asylum seekers
sucking our country dry of milk,

dark, with their hands out
smell strange, savage –
look what they’ve done to their own countries, what will they do to ours?

the dirty looks in the street
softer than a limb torn off,
the indignity of everyday life
more tender than fourteen men who look like your father, between

your legs, insults easier to swallow than rubble, than your child’s body
in pieces – for now, forget about pride your survival is more important.

i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home

unless home chased you to the shore unless home tells you to
leave what you could not behind, even if it was human.

no one leaves home until home
is a damp voice in your ear saying leave, run now, i don’t know what i’ve become.

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