Our Men Do Not Belong to Us
Slapering Hol Press
Cover art by Adejoke Tugbiyele
Warsan’s poetry does its own thing; it is entirely her own voice—unflinching and sometimes shocking yet also exquisitely beautiful, stunningly imaginative, imagistic, memorable, always deeply felt and eminently rereadable. She challenges us to consider andreconsider the lives of women usually spoken about but not heard. The past, the present, the lyrical, and the anecdotal, hers is a name to watch as she inscribes herself into the future.
Bernardine Evaristo, from the preface