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faithevebee:

"serves you right for not listening/to your mother’s warnings about these jazz men/for not being born a flimsy violin of a woman/and finding you some good classical music/an orchestra" #safiaelhillo #susieknuckles #commute #poems #poetry #words #thelifeandtimesofsusieknuckles @safiamafia thank you

faithevebee:

"serves you right for not listening/to your mother’s warnings about these jazz men/for not being born a flimsy violin of a woman/and finding you some good classical music/an orchestra" #safiaelhillo #susieknuckles #commute #poems #poetry #words #thelifeandtimesofsusieknuckles @safiamafia thank you

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jointliterary:

Egypt - Safia Elhillo

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caitsmeissner:

Do not say I never did nothing for you in the way of flyness + freedom + beauty + inspiration. Here is our new #GrowFierce summer reading series and it is, dare I say, UN BE LI VA BLE. This round, in addition to featuring maybe-new-to-you emerging [and moving] voices from the Digging Deep, Facing Self Online Course, we are also featuring established poets reading their own sets, as well as work from our global alumni. I could not be more excited. Mark your calendars!

Thank you to Mahogany L. Browne Safia Elhillo Cheryl Boyce-Taylor Cathy Linh Che Samantha Thornhill & Morgan Parker for getting down with our community and shining a light so brightly on women!

caitsmeissner:

Do not say I never did nothing for you in the way of flyness + freedom + beauty + inspiration. Here is our new #GrowFierce summer reading series and it is, dare I say, UN BE LI VA BLE. This round, in addition to featuring maybe-new-to-you emerging [and moving] voices from the Digging Deep, Facing Self Online Course, we are also featuring established poets reading their own sets, as well as work from our global alumni. I could not be more excited. Mark your calendars!

Thank you to Mahogany L. Browne Safia Elhillo Cheryl Boyce-Taylor Cathy Linh Che Samantha Thornhill & Morgan Parker for getting down with our community and shining a light so brightly on women!

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Anonymous asked: do another youth show in dc next fall. please. also come to ltab. please.

i will try my very best :)

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elsilvero:

oddballsdontbounce:

“what i learned in the fire” at CUPSI prelims, with Jamaica singing “Lighthome” by Matt Corby

THE BROMANCE IS REAL GUYS

Hi. These are my teammates Safia and Jamaica. They’re very talented. Enjoy.

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Anonymous asked: hi Safia! i wanted to ask you about your thoughts on slam poetry, specifically, if you think slam is the only way to be a successful poet who gets to travel to other places and share their poetry with people all over?

hi lovely! i don’t think slam is the only way to be a successful poet, at all! i’m also sort of assuming a definition of “successful” here that implies being able to do poetry for a living etc, but correct me if i’m wrong or if you had something more specific in mind! i started slamming when i was about 16, and did it consistently until graduating college, and can never discredit its role in my life as far as the people it introduced me to and the opportunities it offered, but i think that’s really just one path out of many. get your work out there however you feel comfortable- submit to journals! perform at open mics! make beautiful homemade chapbooks! this is supposed to be fun :)

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apensivesoul asked: Is there a new chapbook in the near future??

hopefully! i have to turn in a full manuscript for school next spring as my thesis, but have also been working on a small chapbook of poems for one of my classes this semester that i might expand over the summer :)

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#317:

he calls me a “maneater.” i study a crack in the wall until it blinks. he wants me to be sorry for not loving him and i want to be sorry for not loving him because good people are supposed to love other good people and he is a good man and this is the only way to prove my own goodness, even if loving him just means unpacking all my suitcases and making my eyes look like i’m listening. but i’ve spent months tamping down the sky trapped inside my body, months sitting with my hands in my lap. and for that i say, i cannot allow myself to believe that love is nothing but a reward for good behavior. for that i say, i don’t want to eat you, little boy. you are not my brand of firewood.

Safia Elhillo (aka susie knuckles aka ethnic bethanie aka nosering nancy aka delilah aka phyllis aka jawn coltrane aka frida cashflow aka susan switchblade aka elusive lucy aka gilderoy glockhart aka dobby digital aka carmen sand diego aka anita maneater aka apricot jones aka cruella el hill. )

(Source: faithevebee)

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I really believe that applying poetry, or language in general, to trauma is the ultimate act of reclaiming. Naming something gives you a sort of ownership over it (hey, colonialism did it all the time, haha), so choosing words that identify your experience makes it less of this looming unknown that has you at its mercy. It makes everything less ‘something that happened to me’ and more ‘experience/story that belongs to me,’ you know?
Safia Elhillo, interviewed for The Body Narratives (via bostonpoetryslam)

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theblackdalia:

Aghani—Safia Elhillo

my mother harbors my countries music in her lungs

these songs the only things she got in the divorce

there is a tv show we used to watch when we lived in egypt

where a group of sudanese youth sing old sudani love songs

we don’t get the channel here in the u.s.

tonight, mother finds every episode on youtube

after a quiet dinner of leftovers at the kitchen counter because

it is just us two

my brother is out being 18 and popular

my mother and I sit together in the half light

and eat mango with our hands

and listen to (couldn’t catch the names) sing fil tayf

and I never hear love songs like this in english

songs that are as much about a country as they are about a woman

songs where woman is country

before we grew bitter and learned not to make a world out of a person

learned not to make a world out of a country

because even your mothers country can betray you

my mother’s country broke her heart and I want to cry

picturing her eating mango alone in the dark,

singing to herself

my brother and I a world away with our fast english

and our hip hop and our late nights

we are not from a world where love songs are like this

we are not romantic

we are not considerate, we forget to call

we do not bother to phone the cable people to ask for the channel with my mother’s favorite show

we do not bother to teach her how to book mark videos on youtube

how to download all the old love songs on itunes

how to buy mango already sliced,

packaged in neat plastic tubs

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