Essentially, if our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed, then we must share them. There is no shame in being sad or struggling or trying to heal. We are all desperate, depraved and sacred. We are… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
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
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
