![]() ![]() But Alhamdulilah all of this is better than the scent of a woman completely on fire …” (26) The lines, the forms, the people at the desks, the calling cards, the immigration officer, the looks on the street, the cold settling deep into my bones, the English classes at night, the distance I am from home. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood. “I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. Covering a range of topics from love, family, to war and fleeing home, Shire tells the tale of women and men, the absence and presence of people, of love, of home, of existence itself. Shire’s writing belongs to the diasporic, and so, her poetry is full of metaphors found otherwise stuck in our own throats. In her anthology, Warsan Shire teaches us exactly how. Minh-ha asks “How do you inscribe difference without bursting into a series of euphoric narcissistic accounts of yourself and your kind? How do you forget without annihilating”(28). In Woman Native Other: Writing Postcoloniality Feminism (1989) Trinh T. ![]()
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