Today I had a little trip down to the village.
I wrote the plan to my essay over coffee in one cafe, then I wrote my first draft during breakfast in another cafe.
After all that, I felt I deserved some books, so I went to my favourite book shop before coming home!
I started Rupi Kaur when I got back, I'm surprised by how much I enjoy it... but also how triggering The book is! Not for the weak of heart, I'd say.
Daily reminder. 💛
📝: Rupi Kaur, "Meu corpo, minha casa".
“Como el arcoíris después de la lluvia, la alegría reaparece después de la pena.”
—El sol y sus flores, Rupi Kaur
Broken and incomplete.
you tell me to quiet down cause
my opinions make me less beautiful
but i was not made with a fire in my belly
so i could be put out
i was not made with a lightness on my tongue
so i could be easy to swallow
i was made heavy
half blade and half silk
difficult to forget and not easy
for the mind to follow
how is it so easy for you
to be kind to people he asked
milk and honey dripped
from my lips as I answered
cause people have not
been kind to me