…depression…
–rupi kaurdepression is silent
you never hear it coming
and suddenly it’s
the loudest voice in your head
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…depression…
rupi kaur
vacant body
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–rupi kaur
you
have been
taught your legs
are a pit stop for men
that need a place to rest
a vacant body empty enough
for guests but no one
ever comes and is
willing to
stay.
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hands – space
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–rupi kaur
trying to convince myself
i am allowed
to take up space
is like writing with
my left hand
when i was born
to use my right
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exquisite
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–rupi kaur
he placed his hands
on my mind
before reaching
for my waist
my hips
or my lips
he didn’t call me
beautiful first
he called me
exquisite
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weak tongue
“Using in one tongue the word for a thing in the other makes the attributes of both resound: if you say Give me fire when they say Give me a light, what is not to be learned about fire, light and the act of giving? It’s not another way of saying things: these are new things. The world happening anew, Makina realizes: promising other things, signifying other things, producing different objects. Who knows if they’ll last, who knows if these names will be adopted by all, she thinks, but there they are, doing their damnedest.” –signs preceding the end of the world – yuri herrera
As always, translation is a lie. One from which, in most cases, we cannot escape.
And then there are other kinds of silence.
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–rupi kaur
i’d be lying if i said
you make me speechless
the truth is you make my
tongue so weak it forgets
what language to speak in
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can’t live without
realizations don’t work like that
–rupi kaur
you are waiting for someone
who is not coming back
meaning
you are living your life
hoping that someone will realize
they can’t live theirs without you
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misplaced anger
responsibility
–rupi kaur
a lot of times
we are angry at other people
for not doing what we should have done for ourselves
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not first but last
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–rupi kaur
you might not have been my first love
but you were the love that made
all the other loves
irrelevant
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love self
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-rupi kaur
i didn’t leave you because
i stopped loving you
i left because the longer
i stayed the less
i loved myself
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milk and honey
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–rupi kaur
how is it so easy for you
to be kind to people he askedmilk and honey dripped
from my lips as i answeredcause people have not
been kind to me
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