ILLEGALS

<p><strong>Illegals</strong> is a fearless debut from N.A. Homie - poet truth-teller and witness to lives the world keeps trying to erase. This isn't a collection that asks politely for space. It takes it sets down a chair and stays. With unflinching honesty and lyrical precision N.A. Homie writes from the messy crossroads of immigrant survival identity crisis queerness race and the quiet rebellions that keep a person breathing in a world that wants them silent.</p><p>Over forty poems move like a heartbeat between rage and reverence softness and steel. For anyone who's ever been told to <em>tone it down</em> <em>straighten that curl</em> or <em>make your name easier to pronounce</em>. For those whose accents are treated like proof of ignorance instead of proof of history. For those whose grief has been dressed up as <em>grace</em> while the real healing happened in fire noise and refusal.</p><p>These poems speak in many registers: </p><p>- The aching reclamation of If You Claimed My Humanity confronting the false compassion of systems that grant dignity only on their terms. </p><p>- The raw faith-meets-identity reckoning of Queer in Church Clothes where desire and devotion refuse to be pitted against each other. </p><p>- The sharp satire of File Under: Other where the speaker dismantles bias in the sterile halls of power. </p><p>- The lyrical defiance of My Accent Is Not an Apology where language becomes both inheritance and weapon. </p><p>- The unapologetic self-naming of You Called Me Angry </p><p>- I Call Me Free turning accusation into anthem. </p><p>- The tender ferocity of They Tried to Break Me Beautiful reclaiming body history and beauty on one's own terms. </p><p>- The measured power of Turn Your Tongue where silence is re-learned as choice not constraint.</p><p>Through them all N.A. Homie threads a central truth: survival is not just breathing; it is speaking dancing resisting and remembering. It is holding the names languages and selves that colonization capitalism and convenience would rather scrub away.</p><p>The title <em>Illegals</em> reclaims a word too often weaponized against immigrants queers and anyone who crosses a border literal or otherwise. In N.A. Homie's hands the term becomes a mirror and a challenge: Who decides which bodies which loves which tongues belong? What is deemed illegal when your very existence is the resistance?</p><p>With language that moves from intimate to incendiary N.A. Homie refuses to flatten the complexity of belonging. These poems confront the way hashtags fade while the lived struggle continues and how personal histories are reduced to footnotes until someone insists on telling the full story. There is joy here-hard-won deliberate joy-alongside grief fury and memory.</p><p>For readers of Safia Elhillo Danez Smith and Warsan Shire <em>Illegals</em> offers that rare blend of craft and urgency: poetry that is artful enough to savor fierce enough to haunt and human enough to hold close. Whether on the page or spoken aloud these poems echo with permissionless resilience the kind that needs no stamp of approval to be valid.</p><p><em>Illegals</em> is for the ones still pushing through. For the grandmothers who prayed in languages the world pretended not to hear. For the queer kids translating themselves every day. For the diaspora dreaming in two three or four tongues. For anyone who has ever been told to disappear and refused.</p><p>Read it. Speak it aloud. Pass it on. This is not a whisper. This is a rallying cry</p>