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Book Review: Someone Is Missing Me by Tina Tamsho-Thomas 10/10🌟

This poetry collection made me laugh, cry and think about what it means to me to have and use my voice which is why I loved it so much. Words are the most powerful tools and weapons when it comes to battling emotions and finding answers to the questions we pose to ourselves.

I feel as if each poem is a snapshot of a different moment of realisation for Tina and through them she shares her knowledge. From imperialism, slavery, feminism to loss; each poem deals with a different relationship between herself (and essentially ourselves) and the world around her.

I bought this collection on a whim after being fortunate enough to meet Tina at The Northern Publishing Book Fair last month. Tina is an intelligent and warm soul and meeting her made it easy to see how that is all poured into her work and this collection.

My favourite poems are: ‘Emerging’, ‘Precious’, ‘Love, Bang, Thang’, ‘Fantasy’, ‘Ideal Man’, and ‘Playing For Life’.

One of the main reasons I love poetry is because every word you use is invaluable and therefore you cannot afford to waste any. You are delegated a short amount of time to point a picture in the readers mind and hit them with a twist that stays with them long after the final word has been read and I can honestly say that Someone Is Missing Me does that flawlessly.


 

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