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“For Women Who Are Difficult To Love” Ft. Warsan Shire

Warsan Shire wrote a poem titled, “For Women Who Are ‘Difficult’ to love“. I read it and it reduces me to tears. I carry the line, “you can’t make homes out of human beings, someone should have told you that.’–in my heart–no in my soul. It is my reminder that I know of a world where I’ve seen myself without love. A world in which I get up and make the bed for myself. Navigate the morning routine without worrying about disturbing another beings peaceful slumber. A world in which I sing myself to sleep and tender my own wounds. Because, nowadays telling someone I love them seems more like a weapon than a fact.

For Women Who are Difficult to Love 

Warsan Shire 

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

 

Like, most poems–this poem is best read out loud. Softly–somewhat like a whisper. Do this: carry you tired bones to the bathroom, luminate the room with candles. Sink your tired body and soul into the tub. Read the words. When I first heard this poem at 18, I was just beginning to understand the pain she so very well describes. I was still figuring out that a woman like me, who is filled with raw and pure emotion, is not always well received. I cling to this poem like gospel. Women who love fiercely run the risk of being painted as “crazy”, “monsters”, and “too something”. Too Difficult. This poem is a message to women like me. “You are terrifying. And Strange. And beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.” 

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