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RZ - what are your thoughts on the poem above?

 

 

 

I like it because after reading it you can really feel her bitter agnst, tbh anyone who can properly evoke raw emotion in the reader stands out for me.

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hiding and seeking

 

when I let go

of who

I thought I had to be

I could

finally

and powerfully

become who

I really am

oh,

to find out

I had been hiding

and did not know that

(self-)love

had been looking

for me

all along

 

- cleo wade

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These are a few poems from Rupi Kaur's book 'Milk and Honey'.

 

perhaps
i don’t deserve
nice things
cause i am paying
for sins i don’t
remember

 

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it takes grace
to remain kind
in cruel situations

 

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there is a difference between
someone telling you
they love you and
them actually
loving you

 

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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

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Urgent Seasons (Nour Nasrah in Syria) 
 
I feel like overcasting urgent clouds
Which fear the boredom of God, 
disturbance for hearing his voice
At night. 
It waits to become wetted
with a drowned tune
And to pull out our arranging dates from 
Banks of the river.
*
I disconnect from you 
When the last button
Is cut by my teeth,
Like the field’s child 
Who goes down on grass
Without worrying about her fall
Or words those she uttered.
So is love
Its banquets become plenty
When the farewell comes true.
*
My vile shadow
Does not smile to outsiders,
I cry as new pores are open in my skin,
And become the stitches of your nails or teeth
Much easier.
You do not need a huge amount of hate to do
Just fill your quiver with a plenty of memories.
I wonder?
Really hate you?
So why I do still stumble with 
The light of your face?
And the laughter of yours
Spoils the foodstuff of my mouth.
And whenever the wind blows
Ignite lantern of anxiety for me.
*
I do not put the green almonds
In my pocket
But I make of trees 
A shade appropriate 
To my soul that dumb, 
When it copulates an escaped hope.
And you say: come here to fly together
What air would carry us?
And who will raise my dress? 
*
What does it mean to love me?
To pick up all the kisses from my mouth, 
I saved for you
I kiss the wound of your mouth
And just satisfy with the salt taste.
 

 

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