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.
HINNAH MIANMy silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.
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This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
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How does one love a person who is not a person but a multitude?
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This brown body is not an explosion- it is light and honey.
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When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.
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I turn moments into poetry.
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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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I love you like I barely had a land to call my own.
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I love you the way rain falls on a sunny day- a kind of marvelous sadness.
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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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I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.
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I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.
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Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.
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I don’t like how your embrace feels like comfort till the knife thrust.
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I am tired of living in a world, where I belong deeply, to anyone but myself.
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Your heartbeat is a holy thing.
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