Home by Warsan Shire



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



Your neighbors running faster than you,

Breath bloody in their throats.

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.



No one leaves home unless home chases you

fire under feet.

hot blood in your belly,

It’s not something you ever thought of doing -

Until the blade burnt threats into

your neck!

And even then you carried the anthem under

your breath!

Only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets -

sobbing as each mouthful of paper

made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.



You have to understand,

that no one puts their children in a boat,

Unless the water is safer than the land,

No one burns their palms

under trains,

Beneath carriages,

No one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck

feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled

means something more than journey.

No one crawls under fences

No one wants to be beaten

pitied.



No one chooses refugee camps

or strip searches where your

body is left aching

or prison,

Because prison is safer

than a city of fire

and one prison guard

in the night

is better than a truckload

of men who look like your father.

No one could take it

No one could stomach it

No one skin would be tough enough



The

go home blacks,

refugees,

dirty immigrants,

asylum seekers,

sucking our country dry,

niggers with their hands out,

they smell strange,

savage

messed up their country and now they want

to mess ours up???

how do the words

the dirty looks

roll off your backs

maybe because the blow is softer

than a limb torn off



Or the words are more tender

than fourteen men between

your legs

or the insults are easier

to swallow

than rubble

than bone

than your child body

in pieces.

I want to go home,

But home is the mouth of a shark,

Home is the barrel of the gun,

And no one would leave home,

Unless home chased you to the shore

unless home told you

to quicken your legs

Leave your clothes behind

Crawl through the desert

Wade through the oceans,

Drown,

Save,

Be hunger,

Beg,

Forget pride,

Your survival is more important



No one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear

saying-

Leave,

Run away from me now

I dont know what i’ve become

But i know that anywhere

is safer than here



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