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.
HINNAH MIANI am unbearably human.
More Hinnah Mian Quotes
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When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.
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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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Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.
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If you wish to read the story of my people look no further than my body.
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How does one love a person who is not a person but a multitude?
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I loved each and every one of your faces.
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He reminds me of the shadow between silences.
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I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.
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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 love you the way rain falls on a sunny day- a kind of marvelous sadness.
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How do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?
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I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.
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This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.
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My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.
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And what am I but the smallest of footnotes in the universe’s everlasting memoir?
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