Transcript
State Farm Advertiser (0:03)
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Layla Motley (0:07)
Like it's happening.
Kusha Navadar (0:11)
Crushed it.
State Farm Advertiser (0:12)
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Kusha Navadar (0:40)
This is all of it. I'm Kusha Navadar in for Alison Stewart. We're wrapping up today's show with a little poetry in honor of National Poetry Month, let's talk about a debut poetry collection from 21 year old New York Times best selling author and former youth poet laureate from Oakland, California, Leila Motley. Her new book is full of hymns and rhythmic pieces that reckon with themes like reparation, restitution and desire. The poetry collection is a follow up to her highly acclaimed third novel, Nightcrawling, which follows a young sex worker in Oakland who's embroiled in a police scandal. She started writing the novel a month before she turned 17 and later it became Oprah's book club pick and long listed for the 2022 Booker Prize. That made her the youngest person ever nominated for the award, which is super cool. Layla's new poetry collection is titled Woke up no Light and it's out now and quick plug. Tomorrow night at 7pm Layla's going to be at Poetry Night along with the writer Tatiana Johnson Borea at Books Are Magic on Montag street in Brooklyn. And right now Layla is here with us to talk about her new collections and maybe share some poems if we're lucky. Layla, hi. Welcome to all of it.
Layla Motley (2:01)
Hi. Thanks for having me.
Kusha Navadar (2:03)
Absolutely. Would you start us off by reading the poem how to Love a Woman Sailing the Sky?
Layla Motley (2:10)
Yes.
Layla Motley (Reading Poems) (2:13)
How to Love a Woman sailing the Sky. The only thing that surprised me more than all the ocean soaked in salt was the day after all my chasing, all your running, you stopped, twirled around and touched your fingertips to the crescent of my collarbone. I have been a woman sailing the sky. I have been a girl clung tight to the branches I have been a daughter splayed out on a boat of ice.
