A review by usef
Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head by Warsan Shire

4.0

"Hooyo, patron saint of my children have different passports to me. Hooyo, blessed saint of raising them too far from home.

I don’t recognize my own children they speak and dream in the wrong language as much as I understand it may as well be the language of birds."

"While you wash your body you realize it is not your body. And at the same time, it is the only body you have."

"Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women. Sometimes, the men—they come with keys, and sometimes, the men—they come with hammers."

"The refugee’s heart has six chambers. In the first is your mother’s unpacked suitcase. In the second, your father cries into his hands. The third room is an immigration office, your severed legs in the fourth, in the fifth a uterus—yours? The sixth opens with the right papers."

"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. 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 when home won’t let you stay."