From “Forgiveness” Baptize me. Now that reconciliation is possible. If we're gonna heal, let it be glorious. 1,000 girls raise their arms.

May 02, 2017  (password: dance) Original Text: 'Home' by Warsan Shire 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 neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats 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. Warsan Shire is a 24 year old Kenyan-born Somali poet, writer and educator based in London. Born in 1988, Warsan has read her work extensively all over Britain.

Do you remember being born? Are you thankful for the hips that cracked? From “Intuition” I tried to make a home out of you, but doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet?.The past and the future merge to meet us here. What a f.cking curse. From “Redemption” You're the magician.

Pull me back together again, the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk.

Knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds. But we can't hear them.We often turn to music as a way to sort through our emotions and our grief, and to make sense of the things we encounter throughout our lives. But, Lemonade proves poetry can help us cope in strikingly similar — if not more profound — ways.Shire's words are just as important as the music.

When the two are paired together, they appear to be unstoppable.

Is a Somali-British writer, poet, editor and teacher. Her poem Home has become a for refugees.