Have you ever been with anyone that compared you with others? – if you want to know the type of man he is You cannot love anyone when you don’t love yourself. I particularly love that 3rd one because it is similar to one of the poems in my poetry collection: The Romance Notes. Of man i’d want to raise my son to be like Is your own heart already doing gbimgbim? Can you read this insightful beautifully written goodness? you ask if it feels good and i say yes so quickly it sounds rehearsed.
you search my face for a reaction so i begin acting like the naked women in the videos you watch when you think no one’s looking. it feels like rubber against an open wound. you plough into me with two fingers and i am mostly shocked. This is how the women in my family learned to live with their mouths closed.Ģ. when my mother opens her mouth to have a conversation at dinner my father shoves the word hush between her lips and tells her to never speak with her mouth full. Not only because they were written by a female writer but because they were so simple to understand and if you have read any of my poems or particularly The Romance Notes( my poetry collection) you will know this is my cruise.ġ.
So here are the poems I totally dig in Milk and Honey. The book is in four parts: The hurting, The loving, The breaking, The healing. Please, just enjoy the meaning😌😂īefore anything else, if you are not familiar with Rupi Kaur’s Milk And Honey, then read the blurb below.Ī journey of the most bitter moments in life All I know is it kind of means…it made my heart happy. Gbimgbim is something I don’t even know the meaning of. You have to believe me when I say this was tough to list out as all the poems were making my heart do gbimgbim…
So this beautiful week, ladies and gentlemen, I will be sharing with you the top 10 poems from Rupi Kaur’s Milk And Honey that I absolutely love. I stumbled upon them about two weeks ago and I can say with all that is in me that Rupi Kaur has captured my heart. I had been digesting them and sharing to everyone who cares to know. This past week, I found myself reading Rupi Kaur’s books like I had exams on them.
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