“black women breathe flowers, too. just because we are taught to grow them in the lining of our quiet (our grandmothers secret) does nor mean we do not swelter with wild tenderness. we soft swim. we petal. we scent limbs.… — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“have you ever heard a black woman weep over her skinmurdered child. it is the splitting of atoms. it is billions of voices screaming their children’s names through her death wail. –– trayvon martin ii” — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“i am trying to remember you and let you go at the same time. — the mourn” — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“there are feelings. you haven’t felt yet. give them time. they are almost here. – fresh” — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“to be waterdrugged into rejecting the nuances of my own bursting extraordinary self. and to have this be called education.” — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“when you meet that person. a person. one of your soulmates. let the connection. relationship. be what it is. it may be five mins.… — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“fell apart many times. so. what does that say about me besides i live through wars.” — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“stay is a sensitive word. we wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever” — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“black women breathe flowers, too. just because we are taught to grow them in the lining of our quiet (our grandmothers secret) does nor… — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
“bleed every month. but do not die. how am i not magic. – the lie” — Nayyirah Waheed Copy Share Image
