milk and honey – rupi kaur
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the idea that we are
so capable of love
but still choose
to be toxic
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the night after you left
i woke up so broken
the only place to put the pieces
were the bags under my eyes
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i want to apologize to all the women
i have called pretty
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is the most you have to be proud of when your
spirit has crushed mountains
from now on i will say things like
you are resilient or you are extraordinary
not because i don’t think you’re pretty
but because you are so much more than that
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how you love yourself is
how you teach others
to love you
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you
are your own
soul mate
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my heartbeat quickens at
the thought of birthing poems
which is why i will never stop
opening myself up to conceive them
the lovemaking
to the words
is so erotic
i am either in love
or in lust with
the writing
or both
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milk and honey is a
collection of poetry about
love
loss
trauma
abuse
healing
and femininity
it is split into four chapters
each chapter serves a different purpose
deals with a different pain
heals a different heartache
milk and honey takes readers through
a journey of the most bitter moments in life
and finds sweetness in them
because there is sweetness everywhere
if you are just willing to look – about the book
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desi acum cateva luni mi-am promis sa nu mai citesc N carti in paralel, recent mi s-a pus pata obsesiva sa citesc cartile imprumutate prin kindle unlimited pentru a le returna si elibera loc pentru altele.
banuiesc ca “old habits die hard”.
vad ca am imprumutat “milk and honey” in martie 2025. si stiu ca am cautat-o doar pentru ca emma raducanu – una dintre exceptiile pentru care suport tenisul, o citea la un moment dat.
volumul este exact ceea ce se descrie a fi, iar versurile de mai sus, cele cu care am rezonat…
altfel, am reintrat pe voxa, doar ca sa imi amintesc ca pe langa cartile de interes, am adaugat si toate cartile rodicai ojoc-brasoveanu, haralabie zinca, plus “pe aripirile vantului” – cu a carei recitire cochetez de mult. innebunesc…
Impresie. Albastru inefabil... 