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    Milk and Honey

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      that is the thing about selfish people. they gamble entire beings. entire souls to please their own. one second they are holding you like the world in their lap and the next they have belittled you to a mere picture. a moment. something of the past. one second. they swallow you up and whisper they want to spend the rest of their life with you. but the moment they sense fear. they are already halfway out the door. without having the nerve to let you go with grace. as if the human heart means that little to them.

      and after all this. after all of the taking. the nerve. isn’t it sad and funny how people have more guts these days to undress you with their fingers than they do to pick up the phone and call. apologize. for the loss. and this is how you lose her.

      - selfish

      to do list (after the breakup):

      1. take refuge in your bed.

      2. cry. till the tears stop (this will take a few days).

      3. don’t listen to slow songs.

      4. delete their number from your phone even though it is memorized on your fingertips.

      5. don’t look at old photos.

      6. find the closest ice cream shop and treat yourself to two scoops of mint chocolate chip. the mint will calm your heart. you deserve the chocolate.

      7. buy new bed sheets.

      8. collect all the gifts, t-shirts, and everything with their smell on it and drop it off at a donation center.

      9. plan a trip.

      10. perfect the art of smiling and nodding when someone brings their name up in conversation.

      11. start a new project.

      12. whatever you do. do not call.

      13. do not beg for what does not want to stay.

      14. stop crying at some point.

      15. allow yourself to feel foolish for believing you could’ve built the rest of your life in someone else’s stomach.

      16. breathe.

      the way they

      leave

      tells you

      everything

      perhaps

      i don’t deserve

      nice things

      cause i am paying

      for sins i don’t

      remember

      the thing about writing is

      i can’t tell if it’s healing

      or destroying me

      do not bother holding on to

      that thing that does not want you

      - you cannot make it stay

      you must enter a relationship

      with yourself

      before anyone else

      accept that you deserve more

      than painful love

      life is moving

      the healthiest thing

      for your heart is

      to move with it

      it is a part of the

      human experience to feel pain

      do not be afraid

      open yourself to it

      - evolving

      loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself

      you are in the habit

      of co-depending

      on people to

      make up for what

      you think you lack

      who tricked you

      into believing

      another person

      was meant to complete you

      when the most they can do is complement

      do not look for healing

      at the feet of those

      who broke you

      if you were born with

      the weakness to fall

      you were born with

      the strength to rise

      perhaps the saddest of all

      are those who live waiting

      for someone they’re not

      sure exists

      - 7 billion people

      stay strong through your pain

      grow flowers from it

      you have helped me

      grow flowers out of mine so

      bloom beautifully

      dangerously

      loudly

      bloom softly

      however you need

      just bloom

      - to the reader

      i thank the universe

      for taking

      everything it has taken

      and giving to me

      everything it is giving

      - balance

      it takes grace

      to remain kind

      in cruel situations

      fall

      in love

      with your solitude

      there is a difference between

      someone telling you

      they love you and

      them actually

      loving you

      sometimes

      the apology

      never comes

      when it is wanted

      and when it comes

      it is neither wanted

      nor needed

      - you are too late

      you tell me

      i am not like most girls

      and learn to kiss me with your eyes closed

      something about the phrase—something about

      how i have to be unlike the women

      i call sisters in order to be wanted

      makes me want to spit your tongue out

      like i am supposed to be proud you picked me

      as if i should be relieved you think

      i am better than them

      the next time he

      points out the

      hair on your legs is

      growing back remind

      that boy your body

      is not his home

      he is a guest

      warn him to

      never outstep

      his welcome

      again

      to be

      soft

      is

      to be

      powerful

      you deserve to be

      completely found

      in your surroundings

      not lost within them

      i know it’s hard

      believe me

      i know it feels like

      tomorrow will never come

      and today will be the most

      difficult day to get through

      but i swear you will get through

      the hurt will pass

      as it always does

      if you give it time and

      let it so let it

      go

      slowly

      like a broken promise

      let it go

      i like the way the stretch marks

      on my thighs look human and

      that we’re so soft yet

      rough and jungle wild

      when we need to be

      i love that about us

      how capable we are of feeling

      how unafraid we are of breaking

      and tend to our wounds with grace

      just being a woman

      calling myself

      a woman

      makes me utterly whole

      and complete

      my issue with what they consider beautiful

      is their concept of beauty

      centers around excluding people

      i find hair beautiful

      when a woman wears it

      like a garden on her skin

      that is the definition of beauty

      big hooked noses

      pointing upward to the sky

      like they’re rising

      to the occasion

      skin the color 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 punjab

      flow through my bloodstream so

      don’t tell me my women

      aren’t as beautiful

      as the ones in

      your country

      our backs

      tell stories

      no books have

      the spine to

      carry

      - women of color


      accept yourself

      as you were designed

      your body

      is a museum

      of natural disasters

      can you grasp how

      stunning that is

      losing you

      was the becoming

      of myself

      other women’s bodies

      are not our battlegrounds

      removing all the hair

      off your body is okay

      if that’s what you want to do

      just as much as keeping all the hair

      on your body is okay

      if that’s what you want to do

      - you belong only to yourself

      apparently it is ungraceful of me

      to mention my period in public

      cause the actual biology

      of my body is too real

      it is okay to sell what’s

      between a woman’s legs

      more than it is okay to

      mention its inner workings

      the recreational use of

      this body is seen as

      beautiful while

      its nature is

      seen as ugly

      you were a dragon long before

      he came around and said

      you could fly

      you will remain a dragon

      long after he’s left

      i want to apologize to all the women

      i have called pretty

      before i’ve called them intelligent or brave

      i am sorry i made it sound as though

      something as simple as what you’re born with

      is the most you have to be proud of when your

      spirit has crushed mountains

      from now on i will say things like

      you are resilient or you are extraordinary

      not because i don’t think you’re pretty

      but because you are so much more than that

      i have

      what i have

      and i am happy

      i’ve lost

      what i’ve lost

      and i am

      still

      happy

      - outlook

      you look at me and cry

      everything hurts

      i hold you and whisper

      but everything can heal

      if the hurt comes

      so will the happiness

      - be patient

      the name kaur

      makes me a free woman

      it removes the shackles that

      try to bind me

      uplifts me

      to remind me i am equal to

      any man even though the state

      of this world screams to me i am not

      that i am my own woman and

      i belong wholly to myself

      and the universe

      it humbles me

      calls out and says i have a

      universal duty to share with

      humanity to nurture

      and serve the sisterhood

      to raise those that need raising

      the name kaur runs in my blood

      it was in me before the word itself existed

      it is my identity and my liberation

      - kaur

      a woman of sikhi

      the world

      gives you

      so much pain

      and here you are

      making gold out of it

      - there is nothing purer than that

      how you love yourself is

      how you teach others

      to love you

      my heart aches for sisters more than anything

      it aches for women helping women

      like flowers ache for spring

      the goddess between your legs

      makes mouths water

      you

      are your own

      soul mate

      some people

      are so bitter

      to them

      you must be kindest

      we all move forward when

      we recognize how resilient

      and striking the women

      around us are

      for you to see beauty here

      does not mean

      there is beauty in me

      it means there is beauty rooted

      so deep within you

      you can’t help but

      see it everywhere

      hair

      if it was not supposed to be there

      would not be growing

      on our bodies in the first place

      - we are at war with what comes most naturally to us

      most importantly love

      like it’s the only thing you know how

      at the end of the day all this

      means nothing

      this page

      where you’re sitting

      your degree

      your job

      the money

      nothing even matters

      except love and human connection

      who you loved

      and how deeply you loved them

      how you touched the people around you

      and how much you gave them

      i want to remain so

      rooted to the ground

      these tears

      these hands

      these feet

      sink in

      - grounded

      you have to stop

      searching for why at some point

      you have to leave it alone

      if you are not enough for yourself

      you will never be enough

      for someone else

      you must

      want to spend

      the rest of your life

      with yourself

      first

      of course i want to be successful

      but i don’t crave success for me

      i need to be successful to gain

      enough milk and honey

      to help those around

      me succeed

      my heartbeat quickens at

      the thought of birthing poems

      which is why i will never stop

      opening myself up to conceive them

      the lovemaking

      to the words

      is so erotic

      i am either in love

      or in lust with

      the writing

      or both

      what terrifies me most is how we

      foam at the mouth with envy

      when others succeed

      but sigh in relief

      when they are failing

      our struggle to

      celebrate each other is

      what’s proven most difficult

      in being human

      your art

      is not about how many people

      like your work

      your art

      is about

      if your heart likes your work

      if your soul likes your work

      it’s about how honest

      you are with yourself

      and you

      must never

      trade honesty

      for relatability

      - to all you young poets

      give to those

      who have nothing

      to give to you

      - seva (selfless service)

      you split me open

      in the most honest

      way there is

      to split a soul open

      and forced me to write

      at a time i was sure i

      could not write again

      - thank you

      you have made it to the end. with my heart in your hands. thank you. for arriving here safely. for being tender with the most delicate part of me. sit down. breathe. you must be tired. let me kiss your hands. your eyes. they must be wanting of something sweet. i am sending you all my sugar. i would be nowhere and nothing if it were not for you. you’ve helped me become the woman i wanted to be. but was too afraid to be. do you have any idea how much of a miracle you are. how lovely it’s been. and how lovely it w
    ill always be. i am kneeling before you. saying thank you. i am sending my love to your eyes. may they always see goodness in people. and may you always practice kindness. may we see each other as one. may we be nothing short of in love with everything the universe has to offer. and may we always stay grounded. rooted. our feet planted firmly onto the earth.

      - a love letter from me to you

      rupi kaur is a writer and artist based in toronto, canada. throughout her poetry and illustrations she engages with themes of love, loss, trauma, healing, and femininity. she shares her writing with the world as a means to create a safe space for progressive healing and forward movement. her creative direction and photography have broken international boundaries and have since made it into galleries, magazines, and spaces around the world. when she is not writing or creating other art, she is traveling to perform spoken word, as well as hosting writing workshops. you can find more of her work at: www.rupikaur.com

      - about the writer

      milk and honey is a

      collection of poetry about

      love

     


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