Excerpt from For Women Who Are ‘Difficult’ to Love by Warsan Shire

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name

Somali-British poet Warsan Shire (love her name, by the way!) is apparently the poetic muse behind some spoken word interludes embedded in Beyonce’s much-talked-about new album Lemonade, so everyone is talking about her now too!

If I’m honest, I wasn’t at all bothered by the hype surrounding the album release until now, having just scrolled through some of the poet’s more popular works. I mean, Beyonce is major in her own right – and awesomely provocative lately – I’m just personally more affected by other musicians/genres (that said, I’d be happy to hear your thoughts on what you’ve heard of Lemonade so far/ where we can watch the short film in this region? I am officially now curious about its audiovisual elements).

Back to Shire though, I really identify with being called ‘difficult’ by men (by everyone!) and she really fully coloured that picture for me in the above excerpt from For Women Who Are ‘Difficult’ to Love (does so with the whole poem, really – read it here).

I’d also like to point out her wild and poignant piece Grief Has Its Blue Hands in Her Hair. Is it morbid that I really, really get it, feel it? Oh well…

Learn more about Shire, and her hold on Beyonce, here.

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Mac ‘n’ Cheese by Grand Central

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So on April 1st, cool Abu Dhabi burger joint Grand Central wasn’t joking when they announced the addition of various types of mac’n’cheese to their existing menu (I don’t know if you feel things for mac, but anyway their burgers are also top-notch).

Since their original branch is literally in my block, I think I was probably the first person ever to try both their classic and spicy chicken mac’n’cheese this weekend. Because gooey comfort, a beer, collage art therapy and no friends are sometimes just what you need on a ‘Foolish’ Friday afternoon.

Thanks for feeding me, guys!