Pangaea: Prose and Poetry
By Hinnah Mian
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the story of my people
look no further
than my body."
Pangaea is a collection of poetry about working through the trauma inflicted on a body, whether the trauma comes from a person, a country, or from within. It is the act of learning to be whole in a broken body, a broken world. It is a collection of tales told through generations of stories hidden beneath the skin.
Hinnah Mian
Hinnah Mian is an award winning Pakistani-American poet and author of To Build A Home. Her debut book of poetry won the Silver Medal in Poetry in the Readers' Favorite International Book Awards 2018. She shares her work on @hennapoetry on Instagram.
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Pangaea - Hinnah Mian
I EXPLODE IN QUIET
I was eleven years old when someone first called me a terrorist.
It was a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy—
the kind I was told my whole life
to be attracted to
afraid of
smaller than.
Maybe that’s why I
laughed in person,
cried in private—
I had to be anything
but loud because
bombs walk around
in brown skin,
haven’t you heard?
The towers fell
when I was a child
but even then, my skin
was just warm enough
to scare them.
Hurt quietly,
my mother told me,
it’s safer that way.
I guess in a way,
bottling up
is a form of exploding,
and we all carry it
inside of us, quietly,
shamefully,
waiting to figure out
if this is a trigger or a heart
or something that needs to
claw out of our throats—
I am not an explosive;
I am a spark, learning
how to dim itself in a world
that keeps adding fuel to the fire.
WELCOME TO MY BODY: A WAR MEMORIAL
underneath this skin,
i have fought the battles of
me, my parents, grandparents,
a country that i have only lived in
in memories.
here, under the flesh
of my heart, a man’s
corpse has settled,
decaying until it is
one with my body’s system.
i am still learning how
to give a killer
a proper burial.
here, on my tongue,
i have tasted all
walks of life, but i have
still not learned how to properly
introduce myself.
i am still learning
how to decorate a
graveyard to make it
welcoming.
read the scars on
my body like braille,
for i no longer know how
to tell a story that belongs
deeply to me but is
no longer just mine.
THERE ARE MORE GUNS IN AMERICA THAN PEOPLE
Terrorist begins and ends with tongue on the roof of your mouth
you have a habit of miscounting the teeth inside of you
the ones with cavities count don’t you know
I stared down the barrel of a gun once while the man
spat terrorist at me me a college student armed with nothing
but the hair on my arms and me a gaping mouth
waiting to swallow the words fed to me by the hands
of a whole country bullets jingle in my mouth
like loose teeth and all I want to know at this point is
how to be effectively lost in a world
not looking for me never looking for me
FOR THOSE WHO DID NOT MAKE IT TO EID,
There is no poetic way to describe a bomb,
because a bomb does not want to be poetic.
It wants to be
the bearer of
165 lost