“i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark

home is the barrel of the gun

and no one would leave home

unless home chased you to the shore

unless home tells you to

leave what you could not behind,

even if it was human.

no one leaves home until home

is a damp voice in your ear saying

leave, run now, i don’t know what

i’ve become.”

(excerpt from ‘Home’, ©️Warsan Shire, British-Somali poet)

Photography ©️ Saskia Steenbeek @oraetdecora