The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur
Available At: DCC (HS)
Categories : Sexism, Sexual, Violence
Description: A collection of short poems about women, love, and abuse.
YA Label?: Unknown
Notes: This book contains sexual activities; sexual assault; sexual nudity; and abortion commentary.
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Page 34: I change what I am wearing five times before I see you wondering which pair of jeans will make my body more tempting to undress.
Page 40: do you still touch yourself to thoughts of me do you still imagine my naked naked tiny tiny body pressed into yours do you still imagine the curve of my spine and how you wanted to rip it out of me cause the way it dipped into my perfectly rounded bottom drove you crazy baby sugar baby sweet baby ever since we left how many times did you pretend it was my hand stroking you how many times did you search for me in your fantasies and end up crying instead of coming don’t you lie to me
Page 62: while I hid at the back of some upstairs closet of my mind as someone broke the windows- you kicked the front door in- you too everything and then someone took me -it was you. Who dove into me with a fork and a knife eyes glinting with starvation like you hadn’t eaten in weeks I was a hundred and ten pounds of fresh meat you skinned and gutted with your fingers like you were scraping the inside of a cantaloupe clean as I screamed for my mother you nailed my wrists to the ground turned my breasts into bruised fruit
Page 147: how do I welcome in kindness when I have only practiced spreading my legs for the terrifying
what am I to do with you if my idea of love is violence but you are sweet if your concept of passion is eye contact but mine is rage how can I call this intimacy if I crave sharp edges but your edges aren’t even edges they are soft landings.
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