This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
HINNAH MIANThis country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
HINNAH MIANYour heartbeat is a holy thing.
HINNAH MIANHow do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?
HINNAH MIANI am tired of living in a world, where I belong deeply, to anyone but myself.
HINNAH MIANThere is a calmness in not knowing.
HINNAH MIANSeek refuge in the space between my bones.
HINNAH MIANI 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.
HINNAH MIANHere I am, a mosaic of becomings.
HINNAH MIANEvery beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.
HINNAH MIANI turn moments into poetry.
HINNAH MIANHow does one love a person who is not a person but a multitude?
HINNAH MIANIf you wish to read the story of my people look no further than my body.
HINNAH MIANSomewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.
HINNAH MIANFor once I want to be something that lasts.
HINNAH MIANLove transcends oceans and I love you in every country we are both made of.
HINNAH MIANWhen you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.
HINNAH MIAN