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Sebelum membaca buku ini, saya sempat kepikiran dengan dua karya poets of color lainnya, yakni Rupi Kaur dengan Homebody dan Upile Chisala dengan Nectar. Mari kita kaitkan dengan keadaan saat ini. Zaman telah berevolusi dan beberapa hal dalam hidup mungkin sudah nggak valid lagi. Bagaimana dengan hal ini? I have no idea how and why I added this poetry collection to my TBR since I rarely read anything in verse. However, I am thankful it happened because I would have missed an extraordinary experience. I’ve never been more touched, saddened and humbled by any poetry before. Most authors that I tried left me indifferent. There were a few that I liked but nothing comes even close to what I felt while reading Warsan Shire. Anything that leaves her mouth sounds like sex. / Our mother has banned her from saying God’s name. What elevates ‘teaching my mother how to give birth’, what gives the poems their disturbing brilliance, is Warsan Shire’s ability to give simple, beautiful eloquence to the veiled world where sensuality lives in the dominant narrative of Islam; reclaiming the more nuanced truths of earlier times – as in Tayeb Salih’s work – and translating to the realm of lyric the work of the likes of Nawal El Saadawi. As Rumi said, “Love will find its way through all languages on its own”. In ‘teaching my mother how to give birth’, Warsan’s debut pamphlet, we witness the unearthing of a poet who finds her way through all preconceptions to strike the heart directly. Warsan Shire is a Kenyan-born Somali poet and writer who is based in London. Born in 1988, she is an artist and activist who uses her work to document narratives of journey and trauma. Warsan has read her work internationally, including recent readings in South Africa, Italy and Germany, and her poetry has been translated into Italian, Spanish and Portuguese. Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire – eBook Details

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Buku puisi ini mendekatkan saya dengan isu-isu di dunia belahan lain. Pendek saha, 37 halaman. Nggak bikin lelah membacanya. Dan ya, sama seperti poets of color lainnya, Warsan Shire nggak segan menunjukkan identitasnya. Her identity, her true power. In the poem "Ugly", she speaks to a mother (maybe her mother?) who has a daughter who is considered ugly because she "reminded them of war." In the poem, Warsan reprimands the mother: You are her mother. My god, Warsan Shire writes beautiful poetry! And I mean it when I say that. This is beautiful poetry. Brutally beautiful. Penyair sama sekali nggak mencoba untuk mendefinisikan bahwa perempuan dalam puisi ini adalah kaum lemah atau inferior. Penyair hanya menjabarkan keadaan yang sejujur-jujurnya karena situasi tersebut masih kerap terjadi, bahkan hingga detik ini. But wait, how if you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with abuse? How long will you deny it? How long will you close your eyes? How long will you survive?What elevates ‘teaching my mother how to give birth’, what gives the poems their disturbing brilliance, is Warsan Shire’s ability to give simple, beautiful eloquence to the veiled world where sensuality lives in the dominant narrative of Islam; reclaiming the more nuanced truths of earlier times – as in Tayeb Salih’s work – and translating to the realm of lyric the work of the likes of Nawal El Saadawi. As Rumi said, “Love will find its way through all languages on its own”. This poetry collection is perfect for those that have experienced these events, but it raises enough questions for those that have not and simply wish to know what others have had the misfortune to experience. For those worried they will feel like aliens when reading about events unknown to them, this will not do such a thing, it will instead draw the reader in, verse by verse. Saya nggak menemukan satu pun puisi yang sama dengan judul utama buku ini. Namun, setelah membaca semua puisinya, saya diarahkan pada satu interpretasi pribadi.

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when she saw how much you looked like him.In the poem "Birds", Warsan talks to her friend Sofia who tells her of her wedding night and how she used pigeon blood to prove her chastity. The poem has a humorous tone and shows the absurdity of this outdated practice of brides having to be virgins and needing to bleed on their wedding nights. After Sofia's husband saw the red sheets, he smiled and then "gathered them under his nose, / closed his eyes and dragged his tongue over the stain." That image, albeit weird, is also quite ironic because the reader knows that it's not Sofia's blood he's so lustfully smelling but that of a pigeon. Nonetheless, the poem ends on a bleak note, as Warsan views Sofia's newly acquired marital status as a form of bondage: "her arms fleshy wings bound to her body, / ignorant to flight."Dan ya, membesarkan anak, apalagi membuat mereka menjadi seperti yang kita ingini, membuat mereka memiliki value yang sama, atau mengarahkan mereka untuk menjalani hal-hal yang kita kira benar, sama sekali nggak mudah.

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Warsan Shire is one of the poets I was hoping to get to during National Poetry Month and I received two collections through interlibrary loan. As Rumi said, “Love will find its way through all languages on its own”; in ‘teaching my mother how to give birth’, Warsan’s début pamphlet, we witness the unearthing of a poet who finds her way through all preconceptions to strike the heart directly.In the first poem of the collection, "Your Mother’s First Kiss", Warsan details her mother's first relationship to a boy of whom she later learns that he "raped women / when the war broke out." The poem is haunting because with each verse, it becomes clearer that his boy also raped her mother when she was 16. It ends with the chilling verse: Last week, she saw him driving the number 18 bus, Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.” Shire speaks in here not only of girls that lost their virginity and lied about it, or that were forced into female genital mutilation, but that were raped and violated, and deemed unworthy just the same. These are their tales, and they all have value, and there is always something to learn, something to understand.