Just to be clear, I'm not sure this poem by Warsan Shire is in this book by Warsan Shire, but I do know I need to find all she's written
"later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
― Warsan Shire
"About the Author
Warsan Shire is a Kenyan-born Somali poet and writer who is based in London. Born in 1988, she is an artist and activist who uses her work to document narratives of journey and trauma. Warsan has read her work internationally, including recent readings in South Africa, Italy and Germany, and her poetry has been translated into Italian, Spanish and Portuguese." (Amazon)
the opinion stated in the title of the post is based on the Warsan Shire Quotes page on GR.