Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.
HINNAH MIANIf you wish to read the story of my people look no further than my body.
More Hinnah Mian Quotes
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This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
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Tear me open and rest inside me.
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There is a calmness in not knowing.
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I loved each and every one of your faces.
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I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.
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For once I want to be something that lasts.
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Love transcends oceans and I love you in every country we are both made of.
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I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.
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Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.
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Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.
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My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.
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Somewhere inside my throat lives your ache.
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I don’t know how to let you out without destroying us both.
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How does one love a person who is not a person but a multitude?
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We are so much more than skin can hold.
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I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.
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Seek refuge in the space between my bones.
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I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.
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And what am I but the smallest of footnotes in the universe’s everlasting memoir?
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I am only beautiful when my legs are open and I have forgotten my mother tongue to make room for yours.
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I turn moments into poetry.
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Hope lingers like a moon.
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Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.
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I have lived too many lives to be only one thing, and instead of attempting to mesh them into a form of a human being, I have decided to love every jagged edge of mine.
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I don’t like how your embrace feels like comfort till the knife thrust.
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I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.
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