Some of you might like black music. From time to time even listen to Beyonce?
Only on occasion I have heart her album „Lemonade“.   Great to listen too. And the text, the lines made me go – woooah, I like to listen to it again – and again.
A english girl, very famous in the scene, won many prices already,  a poetry writer, was the songwriter of „Lemonade“. In elite poetry circles her success was whispered long before the public took notices of her.
I read about her in the newspaper and started to read and follow her blog. Boy, that girl is deep. Born in Kenya with Somalian parents and raised in London.
Gosh, how can a young girl like her (she is 27) have so deep thoughts? Sad sometimes, really touching me.
One of her most-quoted prose poem is:
„Give your daughters difficult names.
Give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue.
My name makes you want to tell me the truth.
My name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.”
― Warsan Shire
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Today I read through her blog and I want to share this poetry with you:
“later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.”
― Warsan Shire

Can you take one more – love it too:
“every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
welcome home.”
― Warsan Shire

Hope you like it.
Love Kimi