“why can we never talk about the blood. the blood of our ancestors. the blood of our history. the blood between our legs. – blood” — 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
