This is another one of those books that feels like it uses the slam poet form to present another ethnic category, this time Arab women, or to be more specific, Lebanese women. It's got poems spoken, aphoristically, by a poetically conceived grandmother, and poems about family and growing up and about being a modern woman. It's a collection that reaches to make connections to other women's cultural experience and to speak alongside them. But it rarely felt like it was finding its own voice, more like it was saying (no irony intended) "me, too." There are good poems here, but nothing that really stood out to me as distinctively in its own language.