Poetry is like a portrait of a moment or person, and the poem is almost like looking at a photograph; it slaps you in the face and kisses you at the same time. Nothing else does that, with that brevity.… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget. — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love. — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
“the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
How far have you walked for men who've never held your feet in their laps? — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
And you tried to change, didnt you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake¦ You cant make homes… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
I’m overwhelmed. My biggest downfall is my brightest blessing, I feel too much, all the time. Ya Allah, if it’ll keep my heart soft,… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
“you were like an ulcer on the inside of my cheek that my tongue could not stop touching. loving you was like watching a… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
Essentially, if our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed, then we must share them. There is no shame in being… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you're wearing, who you're around, what you're doing. Recreate and repeat. — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude. — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
“i give myself five days to forget you. on the first day i rust. on the second i wilt. on the third day i… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
