“Poems come as they will. They come as they want, when I’m waking, eating, exercising, chatting with someone. Sometimes they come to me as a whole, sometimes a line. I think it’s one of the ways my soul communicates with me, I do my best to sit down and listen.“
Nayyirah Waheed
Please check out this exciting poet. By a chain of circumstance with started when browsing in my local bookshop and coming across a new collection of poems Blessed to Love, Cursed to Feel which I covetted but did not buy I was led to the poetry of K Y Robison and then by her recommendation to the work of African poet Nayyirah Waheed. I think I had also come across her via one of her poems reblogged on another site I follow on WP. I am sure if you read her poems you will not fail to be as moved and inspired as I was. I’ve been doing a bit of research this evening and coming across some other amazing poets, all new to me but most probably not to those who are poetically aware. Enjoy!
if someone does not want me
it’s not the end of the world
but
if I do not want me
the world is nothing but endings.
some people
when they hear
your story
contact.
others
upon hearing
your story
expand.
and
this is how
you
know.
you broke the ocean in
half to be here
only to find nothing that wants you
immigrant
This last poem makes me hang my head in shame for my country Australia considering how we treat refugees who flee their homes in desperation for their life. In a few short lines she conveys that heartbreak. I Love!