{"id":3758,"date":"2015-11-15T14:10:44","date_gmt":"2015-11-15T14:10:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=3758"},"modified":"2015-11-15T14:10:44","modified_gmt":"2015-11-15T14:10:44","slug":"2-poems-safia-elhillo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=3758","title":{"rendered":"2 POEMS &#8212; Safia Elhillo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>first adornment<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nit\u2019s ramadan i\u2019m nine years old drinking juice<br \/>\nof crushed &amp; strained hibiscus \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0it darkens<br \/>\nmy lips a bitten red \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0&amp; i think i look<br \/>\ni look like my biglegged aunts\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 their heavy hair burnt<br \/>\nstraight &amp; draped with bright &amp; beaded scarves<br \/>\ntheir men lost or upstairs sleeping or gone<br \/>\nto america to look for work\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 gone to england<br \/>\nto saudi arabia to the emirates to look for work<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\ni watch them pick through grains of rice for<br \/>\nstones &amp; stew meat in hissing pots\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 i watch<br \/>\nthem cake the soles of their feet with henna<br \/>\ndye the stonecolored roots of their hair with<br \/>\nhenna paint fat flowers on their palms &amp;<br \/>\nankles with henna &amp; lie on daybeds with arms &amp;<br \/>\nlegs aloft\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 waiting for it all to dry\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 i grow<br \/>\nolder &amp; watch my own hips swell\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 i paint<br \/>\ndark shapes along my arms\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 around my ankles<br \/>\n&amp; wait for the stain to set<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>an inheritance<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\ndid our mothers invent loneliness or did it make them our mothers were we<br \/>\nfathered by silence or just looking to explain away this quiet is it wasteful to<br \/>\npray for our brothers in a language they never learned whose daughters are we<br \/>\nif we grow old before our mothers or for their sakes they called our<br \/>\ngrandfathers the january children lined up by the colonizer &amp; assigned birth<br \/>\nyears by height there is no answer we come from men who do not know when<br \/>\nthey were born &amp; women shown to them in photographs whose children left<br \/>\nthe country &amp; tried for romance &amp; had daughters full of all the wrong language<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-3796 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/nn-headshot-safia-elhilo-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"nn, headshot, safia, elhilo-300x300\" width=\"207\" height=\"207\" srcset=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/nn-headshot-safia-elhilo-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/nn-headshot-safia-elhilo-300x300-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 207px) 100vw, 207px\" \/>Safia Elhillo is Sudanese by way of Washington, DC. A Cave Canem fellow and poetry editor at Kinfolks Quarterly: a journal of black expression, she received an MFA in poetry at the New School. Safia has been nominated for a 2015 Pushcart Prize, and is co-winner of the 2015 Brunel University African Poetry Prize. Her work appears in several journals and in the anthologies \u201cThe BreakBeat Poets: New American Poetry in the Age of Hip-Hop\u201d and \u201cAgain I Wait for This to Pull Apart.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>first adornment &nbsp; it\u2019s ramadan i\u2019m nine years old drinking juice of crushed &amp; strained hibiscus \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0it darkens my lips a bitten red \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0&amp; i think i look i look like my biglegged aunts\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 their heavy hair burnt straight &amp; draped with bright &amp; beaded scarves their men lost or upstairs sleeping or gone to [&#038;hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3830,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[192],"class_list":["post-3758","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-pyramids-of-sudan-by-fabrizio-demartis"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3758","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3758"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3758\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3802,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3758\/revisions\/3802"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3830"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3758"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3758"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3758"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}