he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do wi — Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do wi — Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do wi — Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do wi — Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do wi — Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
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he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do with this. these flowers pouring from his chest. – weightless

— Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
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