"& colin kaepernick is my president, who kneels on the air bent toward a branch, throwing apples down to the children & vets
& rihanna is my president, walking out of global summits with wine glass in hand, our taxes returned in gold to dust our faces into coins & my mama is my president, her grace stunts on amazing, brown hands breaking brown bread over mouths of the hungry until there are none unfed & my grandma is my president & her cabinet is her cabinet cause she knows to trust what the pan knowshow the skillet wins the war" —from 'my president'
Danez Smith is our President.
A mighty anthem about the saving grace of friendship, Danez Smith's highly anticipated collection Homie is rooted in their search for joy and intimacy in a time where both are scarce. In poems of rare power and generosity, Smith acknowledges that in a country overrun by violence, xenophobia and disparity, and in a body defined by race, queerness, and diagnosis, it can be hard to survive, even harder to remember reasons for living. But then the phone lights up, or a shout comes up to the window, and family — blood and chosen — arrives with just the right food and some redemption.
Part friendship diary, part bright elegy, part war cry, Homie is written for friends: for Danez’s friends, for yours.
Danez Smith is the author of Don’t Call Us Dead, winner of the Forward Prize for Best Collection, the Four Quartets Prize awarded by the Poetry Society of America, and a finalist for the National Book Award. They live in Minneapolis.
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