I think it's very possible that nayyirah waheed is a force of nature and her poems come to us like driftwood washing up on the shore. There's just no other explanation for why they feel so pure. Her poems delve so deep into the essence of womanhood, you'd think she conjured the ghostly voices of every woman who's ever lived to help her write them. They are short, simple, without grammatical inhibitions, and debilitatingly real. They transcend the confines of poetry and seem to exist in a genre of her own creation. Her poems have changed the way I see the world for the better, and I've never looked back. She also regularly updates her Instagram with new gems every day.
waheed writes about love, heartache, self-love, race, Islam, and so much more. She has written two collections (salt. and nejma).
i want more "men" falling from their skin.
more water in their eyes.
more tremble in their bodies.
more women in their hearts
than
on their hands.
more softness in their height.
more honesty in their voice.
more wonder.
more humility in their feet.
— "less" by nayyirah waheed
