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