I have been discovering and sometimes rediscovering poets. One of those poets is Rupi Kaur. I discovered her maybe about a year or two ago and before I moved I got her more recent book the sun and her flowers. I like her work because her poems are on the shorter side, but get straight to the point. She also includes some kind of drawing to go with her work and I really enjoy that. A lot of her work comes from a female and immigrant perspective. I really come to appreciate that as well. Anyways, here are two poems I wrote just recently, inspired by some of her poems. As I get to read more of her work she has become one my role models and I hope that she can be one for others, especially young girls. I hope that you enjoy the following poems tremendously!!
Body Love Letter (Rupi Kaur Tribute)
Dear Body,
Thank you for giving me a body that is only mine
And no one else’s. You are taught to be skinny
Or curvy because there is no place in between.
Why should it ever be a boy or man to intertwine
With to make your soul more whole? It is a pity
To be taught you need a man’s love to be a queen.
You are no one’s pit stop or someone’s temporary
Home. Thank you for your kindness and for carrying
Life into tomorrow as well as for many years to follow.
You deserve a multitude of rest when you are weary
And bone tired. Your secrets try to hide, but burying
Them is no way to live. You are not empty or hollow.
You are a ship and a vessel that has survived every
Storm. You have taken every bullet like a soldier in
War. The world thinks you need to add some bells
Here or there. They may even think you are too deadly
Or natural to survive, but you have grown into your skin
From a tiny poppy seed. You are my protective shell.
So I thank you.
Sincerely,
Me
And here is the second one.
Unforeseen Heartache
Nobody thought it would be this hard
Losing a friend or a lover, but then
You are thinking of them when a card
From them shows up once again.
The slow, trickling tears come back,
Not like a train that suddenly hits you
Or the onslaught of rain as the black
Sky swallows you. It slowly builds to
The point where you get subtle aches.
There are no words to describe it, not
Even on the radio. They are heartbreaks
You have no time to prepare for. A knot
And other symptoms appear, sometimes
Months later when you are clearing out
Space in your heart for new butterflies
To hatch. When you choose self-doubt
And think of the times when things were
Less difficult you never stop to let this
Loss go completely. Their absence stirs
Within your soul and their love, amiss.
Those pieces/poems were inspired by her pieces including the underrated heartache, thank you,
https://rupikaurpoems.tumblr.com/post/163061242037 & welcome
