Milk and Honey – Excerpts

Book by rupi kaur

 

***I read this incredible book this week and I fell I love with it. I enjoyed the simplicity of the words and the depths of feelings that they bring. I enjoyed how sharp they expose the pains, yet soothes. I love how empowered I felt as a woman from the words from the pages of those book. I do not know how a book could speak so loudly to someone in such simple words. I felt exposed and then put together once again just from reading. I thought you might also enjoy the book, so I brought a few excerpts out from it with the hope that this would endear you to get your copies and have a full feel of what I am feeling***

 

the first boy that kissed me

held my shoulders down

like the handlebars of

the first bicycle

he ever rode

i was five

 

he had the smell of

starvation on his lips

which he picked up from

his father feasting on his mother at 4 a.m.

he was supposed to be

the first male love of your life

you still search for him

everywhere

                 – father

 

every time you

tell your daughter

you yell at her

out of love

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

             – to fathers with daughters

 

the idea that we are

so capable of love

but still choose

to be toxic

 

when my mother was pregnant

with her second child i was four

i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how

my mother had gotten so big in such little time

my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and

said the closest thing to god on this earth

is a woman’s body it’s where life comes from

and to have a grown man tell me something

so powerful at such a young age

changed me to see the entire universe

rested at my mother’s feet

 

Rupi-Kaur-about

Photo credit: https://rupikaur.com/about/

 

no

it won’t

be love at

first sight when

we meet it’ll be love

at first remembrance cause

i’ve seen you in my mother’s eyes

when she tells me to marry the type

of man i’d want to raise my son to be like

 

what am i to you he asks

i put my hands in his lap

and whisper you

are every hope

i’ve ever had

in human form

 

he only whispers i love you

as he slips his hands

down the waistband

of your pants

this is where you must

understand the difference

between want and need

you may want that boy

but you certainly

don’t need him

 

i didn’t leave because

i stopped loving you

i left because the longer

i stayed the less

i loved myself

 

you must enter a relationship

with yourself

before anyone else

 

if you were born with

the weakness to fall

you were born with

the strength to rise

 

Photo credit: Nicole Honeywill on Unsplash

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