![]() No one would leave home until home is a voice in your ear saying-leave, run, now. No one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore. The poem Homeby Kenyan-born, Somali-British poet, writer, and educator Warsan Shirehas been widely quoted and read over the last year, as many people feel that it has provided a medium for capturing the intensity of the global refugee crisis, and that it has given a voice to the millions of individuals who are part of it. I want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark. The insults are easier to swallow than finding your child's body in the rubble. And if you survive, greeted on the other side- Go home Blacks, dirty refugees, 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? Home is a poem about migration, and the traumas and complexities that define it. No one would choose to make a refugee camp a home for a year or two or ten, stripped and searched, finding prison everywhere. No one would choose to crawl under fences, beaten until your shadow leaves, raped, forced off the boat because you are darker, drowned, sold, starved, shot at the border like a sick animal, pitied. No one would choose days and nights in the stomach of a truck, unless the miles traveled meant something more than the journey. ![]() No one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land. Pdfmoduleversion 0.0.17 Ppi 360 Rcskey 24143 Republisherdate 20220118094308 Republisheroperator Republishertime 368 Scandate 20220104130656 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3searchcatalog isbn Scribe3searchid 9781905233298 Ttsversion 4. It's not something you ever thought about doing, so when you did, you carried the anthem under your breath, waiting until the airport toilet to tear up the passport and swallow, each mournful mouthful making it clear you would not be going back. No one would leave home unless home chased you. You only leave home when home won't let you stay. In 2013 she was awarded the inaugural Brunel University African Poetry Prize, chosen from a shortlist of six candidates out of a total 655 entries. The boy you went to school with, who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body. Warsan Shire FRSL (born 1 August 1988) is a British writer, poet, editor and teacher, who was born to Somali parents in Kenya. you only run for the border when you see the whole city. You only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well. Home, by Warsan Shire (British-Somali poet) no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. The House (poem) study guide contains a biography of Warsan Shire, literature essays, quiz questions, major themes, characters, and a full summary and analysis. N o one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.
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