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A poem inspired by people of colour, of injustice and racism, and feelings of inadequacy. Thank you for reading <3

two sides to a map

after Warsan Shire

(a poem to be read both ways.)

Hey.

My mother is scared of commitment.

Your message flashes on my screen,

the water pooling around my ankles halts.

I carry my dead the only way I can.

Your mother preps the turkey and your last name.

Maybe I won't fold in the middle,

backs creased like those of a map.

It is never my fault, right?

The bullet wound in his shoulders knits itself.

My cousin with no name picks her limbs from barbed wires,

blood rushing back violently down a plughole.

The poem can begin here with

my name taking too much tongue to pronounce.

The park is closed for months on end,

another life ends before mine has even begun.

In a way,

In a way, we are all hurting inside.

In a way,

In a way, we are all hurting inside,

another life ends before mine has even begun.

The park is closed for months on end,

my name taking too much tongue to pronounce.

The poem can begin here with

blood rushing violently down a plughole,

my cousin with no name picks her limbs from barbed wires,

the bullet wounds in his shoulders knits itself.

It is never my fault, right?

Backs creased like those of a map.

Maybe I won't fold in the middle.

Your mother preps the turkey and your last name,

I carry my dead the only way I can.

The water pooling around my ankles halts,

your message flashes up on my screen.

My mother is scared of commitment.

Hey.

Warsan Shire is one of my most favourite poets ever and she wrote a poem called 'Backwards', read both ways, dealing with some heavy topics such as domestic and sexual abuse. Her poem: (trigger warning.)

With everything in the news about people of colour, I thought I should try something after Warsan's own poem, this time, based on carrying the identity of people of colour in modern times.

If you haven't heard of anything about Ahmed Aubrey or George Floyd, (the second being so recent), I highly suggest you go and search their names up because they were unjustly murdered and I hope their cases are brought to justice. Their deaths partially inspired this piece. <3

As someone who's brown, from an Asian descent, and who has been called a 'terrorist' before, it's not easy living in Britain because you don't want to forget your culture and background but you don't want hate either. That's the second piece of inspiration in the poem.

This poem is just a reflection on being scared of committing when you carry a whole legacy behind you, and the feelings of inadequacy you can sometimes be made to feel. I know all this is a bit jumbled, but I just wanted to write something meaningful for myself, so I'd be happy to answer any questions about things I've said in the comments.

Thank you for reading, stay safe xx

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