U-g-l-y u ain't got no alibi you UGLY

He he he
had to share

ugly

by
warsan shire
(from her book "Teaching my mother how to give birth)

your daughter is ugly,

She knows loss intimately,

carries whole cities in her belly.

As a child, relatives wouldn't hold her.

She was splintered wood and sea water.

She reminded them of the war.

On her fifteenth birthday you taught her

how to tie her hair like rope

and smoke it over burning frankincense.

You made her gargle rosewater

and while she coughed, said

macaanto girls like you shouldn't smell

of lonely or empty.

You are her mother,

Why did you not warn her,

hold her like a rotting boat

and tell her that men will not love her

if she is covered in continents,

if her teeth are small colonies,

if her stomach is an island

if her thighs are borders?

What man wants to lie down

and watch the world burn

in his bedroom?

Your daughter's face is a small riot,

her hands are a civil war,

a refugee camp behind each ear,

a body littered with ugly things.

But God,

doesn't she wear

the world well?

Heartbreaking, jaw dropping <3!!!!!

It is much more complex than it seems.

Compare the last two lines & see what the underlying message says.

Is she even talking about a physical child?

I think she's talking about a country where supressing a woman is still classed as normal...

That was a great one Yaks, I loved it!