There was no market for poetry about trauma, abuse, loss, love, and healing through the lens of a Punjabi-Sikh immigrant woman. — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
With immigrant parents, they've had to sacrifice so much to survive, and they're trying to preserve the culture they lost, so there… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
“they have no idea what it is like to lose home at the risk of never finding home again to have your… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
“i learned love is about giving. everything. and letting it hurt. i learned vulnerability is always the right choice because it is easy to… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“you look just like your mother i guess i do carry her tenderness well you both have the same eyes cause we are both… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“when my mother was pregnant with her second child i was four i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how my mother had… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“i had to leave i was tired of allowing you to make me feel anything less than whole” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“Sua arte Não é a quantidade de pessoas Que gostam do seu trabalho Sua arte É O que seu coração acha do seu trabalho… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“i tried to find it but there was no answer at the end of the last conversation - closure” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“Acima de tudo ame Como se fosse a única coisa que você sabe fazer No fim do dia isso tudo Não significa nada Esta… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“the right one does not stand in your way they make space for you to step forward” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“let it go let it leave let it happen nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you anyway - all you own… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“i woke up thinking the work was done i would not have to practise today how naive to think healing was that easy when… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“I don't know why I split myself open for others knowing sewing myself up hurts this much afterward.” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
“you call me to tell me you miss me i turn to face the front door of the house waiting for a knock days… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share
