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
The trauma of South Asian people escapes the confines of our own times. We're not just healing from what's been inflicted onto us as children... it is generations of pain embedded into our souls. — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“i had to leave i was tired of allowing you to make me feel anything less than whole” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“i tried to find it but there was no answer at the end of the last conversation - closure” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“the right one does not stand in your way they make space for you to step forward” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“I don't know why I split myself open for others knowing sewing myself up hurts this much afterward.” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
