Here’s why Rupi Kaur gets ALL my X’s and O’s

Poetry Blog

Honestly, I think this blog post is LONG overdue. 

Being a first-generation, Indian-American, twenty-something-year-old woman [and poet/author] myself, it’s probably at least a little odd that my affinity for Rupi Kaur’s poetry is little known by my friends, family, and followers.

rupi kaurLike me, Rupi Kaur is a first-generation, Indian-Canadian (not Indian-American, but still very similar), twenty-something-year-old woman [and poet].

This isn’t exactly a “concoction” a girl like myself, who didn’t know any other writers [or even about the #WritingCommunity] until just a few months ago], saw every day…. Or, any day, really [outside of myself].

In fact, I still don’t.

We’re minorities in more ways than one and, in that, I absolutely knew I had to check out Rupi’s poetry when she dropped her first book, Milk and honey.

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New Book Release: Armageddon

dystopian poetry

Isn’t it intriguing how the word “humanity” is used to describe virtue, and yet, human beings are notorious for ultimately destroying just about everything we touch? 

Exhibit A: Mother Earth.

Exhibit B: Each other.

There’s no denying it — human beings are curious creatures.  For a species which perpetually glorifies goodness, we tend to do an awful lot of crooked things.  Still, the question remains: are human beings plagued by evil, or are we actually the plague in ourselves?  

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Kellogg’s

domestic violence

Your bones dug into my neck

Like some rusted-over shovel,

My face shoved into a soggy pillow,

Thanks for the muzzle.

 

You became afraid

Whenever you heard those

“Snaps”, “crackles”, and “pops”,

Not because you loved me,

But because you feared the cops.