Her tongue wears whispers
all her screams muffled. 
shh quiet now, 
don’t stir her Inner wolf. 
Listen to her body sing 
It tells tales of a night 
she got drunk 
on their murmurs. 
She wouldn’t stop drinking 
till her pores leaked 
till she spilled. 
Listen to the ripples of her 
songs as they cross borders;
her lips. 
She chokes. 
Why didn’t you tell her? 
her throat is too narrow 
for all the screams 
she drank
she wouldn’t listen would she? 
she’s born a screamer
and my god! 
doesn’t she scream
her whispers well? 

Ramla Ahmed Warsame

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