āI want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark. Home is the barrel of a gun. No one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore. No one would leave home until home is a voice in your ear sayingāleave, run, now. I donāt know what Iāve become.ā
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Warsan Shire, āHomeā from Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head















