Sama

“the very thought of you
has my legs spread apart
like an easel with a canvas
begging for art”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i didn't know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of everything i gave you. coming back to me. how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you recognized it. as if i was already not these things before i met you. as if i did not remain all these things after you left.”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“برغم إن الكلام ع الحب من نظرة كلام معتاد
وإن الصدفة أحيانا بتبقى بألف ألف ميعاد
ورغم إن الكلام أصلا بينقص حاجة كل ما زاد
ورغم إني جدع وتقيل وعمرى ما أقولها بالساهل
أنا نفسى أقولها لك فـ أول مرة نتقابل
فلو كان المكان يسمح وست الكل لو تأذن
أنا عايز أقول إني بحبك من زمان جدًا”
― مصطفى إبراهيم

“apparently it is ungraceful of me
to mention my period in public
cause the actual biology
of my body is too real

it is okay to sell what's
between a woman's legs
more than it is okay to
mention its inner workings

the recreational use of
this body is seen as
beautiful while
its nature is
seen as ugly”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey