having fully somali children doesn’t even really matterbc as soon as they touch down on the grave,they become whitethey’ll start to smell of dead people,not fooxor caano fadi when i touch down on the gravemy brain will be devouredmy broken somali will be broken down even more in the mouths of maggotsyou know that soft east african skin that drake keeps rapping aboutit’ll become even softer when it gets digested&you best believe my natural hair will then floss all the remains

but she doesn’t knowthis is man’s version of«making love»she didn’t realise these love stories she read her whole life were made by women women who dream&make up different types of«the perfect man»but fuckperfection isn’t even realdo not be ignorant men do not exist through women’s literary descriptions

i write booksw/my right handbut i also want the book to be given to that same hand on judgement day

my mother thinks i’m a living proof of cultural appropriationbut aren’t i a foreigner in my own countryan outsiderbut only on the inside

don’t ask if you’re being forced into marriageby your familyor even by the man you’re marryingask if you’re forcing yourselfask your conscience if you’re being pressured by social mediaif the pestering questions by relatives has gotten to you nowif seeing couples made you jealous&made you believe that the way your life is wasn’t good enough

the sun shines through my cryptic curls&makes my soul glow toomy baby girls giggle as their fingers brush through my afro in awehave i not seen these full lips for years,never thinking about this melanin masterpiece

i didn’t want kids back when i was a kid,changing my brothers’ stinky nappies at 7 years old&i haven’t changed me mind&if i’m ever unsure,just remember thatuncertainty is certainly rejection

but can you call them a bystander if they’re streaming it all on their phones,ready to post on instagram,snapchator facebook &they’re the same people who are appalled by the fact that executions were considered entertaining in tudor times

bet ya think i’m forbidden huhbut i’m not ribai just wanna interest ya

there are so many things i want you to donot just for you to unlock the wifi for mei told myself i wanted you,only you i fell for you slowly noticed little things how you always wore the khamiseven tho’ you weren’t at the mosque how you let your beard grow &went to the coiffure once in a while you were so simple in your technique you didn’t choose the«fresh» hairstyles you chose the sunnah