My Home is a Burning Body, poetry by Isa Sa'ada Yahaya at
Stephen Radford

My Home is a Burning Body

My Home is a Burning Body

written by: Isa Sa’ada Yahaya


My home is a burning body,
embodied in a chest.

In this land,
darkness is a dialect every tongue raps.

My home requests walls raped by bullets,

painted with pigment reeking of losses, of ripped limbs, of grieving thighs.

In my home,
In another language, my mother calls me a murderer.

To a body reeking of thirst,
A brand new dawn awaits you.

Latest posts by Isa Sa'ada Yahaya (see all)