This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
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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I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.
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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 turn moments into poetry.
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Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.
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I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.
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I am tired of living in a world, where I belong deeply, to anyone but myself.
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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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The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.
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I don’t know how to let you out without destroying us both.
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I am unbearably human.
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My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.
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I want to be something to pray for but I don’t know how to be.
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Hope lingers like a moon.
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He reminds me of the shadow between silences.
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When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.
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