“Women like me bleed on command.”

The last person I adored made me cry and then tenderly wiped the tears off my face. It was the only lesson that taught me; you can love someone and still do horrible, cruel things to them.

We romanticize trauma so much that we have stopped trying to prevent it and started smiling at all the scars it leaves.

Healing can look a lot like violence.

Can we just pretend we are wanted?

It is terrifying to wonder whether that person you love is a walking red flag or a white flag of surrender dipped in your own blood.

I am tired of only being loved in theory.

Her body is a undiscovered country and she is afraid that someone will colonize it and expect her to thank them for the wreckage.

You are something I am trying to love; Not something I am trying to survive.

When will I realize the absence of hate is not love?

I tell the boy in my class that no means no and he laughs in my face – says no means change my mind.

Loving you and leaving you taste the same in the mouth?

This body belongs to all those who live in it.

The only difference between a mother and her daughter is how long they’ve lived with the trauma.

I never wanted to be so alone that all I have is you.

Did our fathers create silence or is it that what makes them our fathers?

Do girls really mature faster than boys or are you looking for a way to sexualize young girls without feeling guilty about it?

If you were ever to cut my flesh open, i would bleed in broken dreams & love i failed to give. for all that i have not done consume me more than all of the things I’ve done.

I stretch in the morning a lot and I do a lot of saunas and steam rooms during fashion week just to keep my blood flowing.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

We understood that politics is nothing but war without bloodshed and war is nothing but politics with bloodshed.

My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.

Sick and tired of riots and blood.

I was born by myself but carry the spirit and blood of my father, mother and my ancestors. So I am really never alone. My identity is through that line.

We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.