Honestly guys, i didn’t intend to blog tonight. I have a pile of untouched books to deal with but somehow someway, i found myself on tumblr (Please don’t judge me) and came across a quote by Rupi Kaur and of course the CIA in me just had to dig for more of her works
I found Gold!!
you teach her to confuse anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her cause they look so much like you.”
your father worries you’re wilting away.
your friends say you look tired.
your boyfriend wishes you’d stretch in all the places he likes holding onto.
i’d like to know how the empress inside your body.
the master of your soul.
i’d like to know how that storm they call a woman. I’d like to know
how she’s feeling.”
centres around excluding people
i find hair beautiful when a woman wears it like a garden on her skin
big hooked noses that point upwards to the sky like they’re rising to the occasion
skin the colour of earth my ancestors planted crops on to feed a lineage of women with
thighs thick as tree trunks
eyes like almonds, deeply hooded with conviction
the rivers of panjab flow through my bloodstream
so don’t tell me my women aren’t as beautiful as the ones in your country”
there’s a question that people love asking
it’ll come up about 10 minutes into the conversation
right after the small talk about weather and how work has been
are you seeing anybody?
and then the curious few will even find it in themselves to ask, aren’t you lonely,
this poem is for them.
you see, my solitude is the greatest freedom i’ve been given
my lonely is so brilliant
it puts daylight to shame
i am not sad
i am so happy i swear my
insides are filled with strawberry milk and my mouth holds more
adventures than tastebuds
give me more lonely, let me greet lonely with open arms.
let me sleep with it, find peace in it.
you say i love you
when you really mean,
i’m afraid to be alone
live waiting for someone they’re not even sure exists”