A poem by Warsan Shire: What They Did Yesterday Afternoon

what they did yesterday afternoon

by warsan shire

grief-reactionthey set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

 

(More from warshan shire in the New Yorker and on her blog.)

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36 thoughts on “A poem by Warsan Shire: What They Did Yesterday Afternoon

  1. I am writing to you from Dallas, the day after five policemen were killed by a sniper; six policemen wounded and two civilians. Your poem was quoted in the comment section of a FB post and it resonated in my heart. I already felt anguish over the murders of two young black men in Baton Rouge and St. Paul. Today I search for hope and I am feeling lost. You have an amazing talent and I have bookmarked this page and will be sharing it with all who have ears to hear. Your talent has been an incredible gift to me today. Thank you so much.

  2. My heart skips a beat when I read your poetry. I don’t seek out poetry as much as it finds me and when it does…I feel that I can breathe again because someone feels like I feel. Thank you.

  3. Hello,

    I discovered your website when I was looking for images that represent grief and loss and I love the picture next to this particular poem. It conveys so much! Can you tell me where it is from? Thank you for your work.

  4. Thank you for further cracking the nationalist foundations which have enclosed our lands, our minds and our hearts. Nationalism separates us for the glory of those whose only wish is to rule.

  5. I can’t stop thinking about this poem. I saw it somewhere, only the last part was used. …from the Atlas line. I committed it to memory and now I found the compassionate mind that wrote such poignant words. Thank you for expressing this truth.

    It hurts everywhere.

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