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Rupi Kaur, as a survivor, thank you for spreading awareness with your raw and undeniable words
“How did you become a poet?”
I became a poet when I noticed I got the most attention when I’d drive my hands into my chest and spilt myself in half for all around me.
By the time I was 6 I had already experienced war. The war between my mother and the men of the night she’d bring into our home. I was the border between his blows and her backlash. A child trying to protect their mother. A child trying to stop men with their tiny little fist. Please leave me out of your crossfire. I just want to play with my toys.
- PoetBoy
“I didn’t raise you to be this way”
“You didn’t raise me at all.”
- conversations with my mother
I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage
The most frustrating experience as a writer is having a clear vision in your mind of the story you want to tell but being too afraid to put pen to paper for fear of failing to do the story justice. I’m so scared that my actual execution will fail to meet my expectations that I’m paralysed to even start.
“Why don’t you just leave him, he beats you..”
“Because, you need a man in your life that can be your father”
I was just a kid. I could not protect my mom. I did not need a father, I needed her.
-PoetBoy
Words from the mind of PoetBoy