Because I could not write poems to save my life, I’m starting a new ~thing here where I would share poems every week called Monday Poems. I’m pretty sure I don’t come off as a person who actually reads and likes poetry but I do so yay?
Starting this new thing is a poem written by the based god Warsan Shire. It’s called Questions for the Woman I Was Last Night. You can also listen to Warsan reciting it here. Warning: Warsan’s words are already haunting. The impact of her spoken poetry is well, ten folds.
how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring? where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you,
you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?