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“You are her mother. Why did you not warn her, hold her like a rotting boat and tell her that men will not love her if she is covered in continents, if her teeth are small colonies, if her stomach is an island, if her thighs are borders? What man wants to lie down and watch the world burn in his bedroom? Your daughter’s face is a small riot, her hands are a civil war, a refugee camp behind each ear, a body littered with ugly things. But God, doesn’t she wear the world well?” - Excerpt from “Ugly” by Warsan Shire
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 20:32:39 +0000

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