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

dark emotional reflective sad fast-paced

3.5

No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark [...] You only leave home when home won’t let you stay [...] No one would leave home until home is a voice in your ear saying—leave, run, now. I don’t know what I’ve become. 

Love is not haram but after years of fucking women who are unable to pronounce your name, you find yourself totally alone, in the foreign food aisle. 

Goddess of absence, Holy Mother, Our Lady of Leaving Children With Strangers, patron saint of the babies will raise themselves. 

If the moon was Europe, my father was an astronaut who died on his way to the moon. 

My mother said there are locked rooms inside all women. Sometimes, the men - they come with keys, and sometimes the men - they come with hammers.