The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur: A Collection of My Favorite Poems

This upload is long overdue but anyway, I stayed up way past midnight a couple of months ago just to finish Rupi Kaur’s The Sun and Her Flowers (literally devoured this book in one sitting XD). Below I picked out a few (okay actually, they’re a lot) of my favorite poems from her collection, particularly the ones that speak to me the most:

Love // Wilting


Image Credit: Benjamin Uy



Image Credit: Benjamin Uy



a dozen different thoughts
tear through me each second
you must be on your way
perhaps it’s best if you’re not
i am okay
i am angry
i hate you
i can’t move on
i will
i forgive you
i want to rip my hair out
over and over and over again
till my mind exhausts itself into a silence






love does not look like a person
love is our actions
love is giving all we can
even if it’s just the bigger slice of cake
love is understanding
we have the power to hurt one another
but we are going to do everything in our power
to make sure we don’t




i wonder if i am
beautiful enough for you
or if i am beautiful at all
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
tell me
is there anything i can do
to make you think
she is so striking
she makes my body forget it has knees
write it in a letter and address it
to all the insecure parts of me
your voice alone drives me to tears
yours telling me i am beautiful
yours telling me i am enough




i am trying to not
make you pay for their mistakes
i am trying to teach myself
you are not responsible
for the wound
how can i punish you
for what you have not done
you wear my emotions
like a decorated army vest
you are not cold or
savage or hungry
you are medicinal
you are not them


Image result for you ask if we can still be friends i explain how a honeybee does not dream of kissing the mouth of a flower and then settle for its leaves - i don’t need more friends



you can’t speak english fluently

or operate a computer or cellphone.

we did that to you.

it is not your fault.

you are not any less than the
other mothers with their
flashy phones and designer clothing

we confined you to the four walls of this home

and worked you to the bone

you have not been your own property for decades


To myself,



i went for my words
the i can’ts. i won’ts. i am not good enough’s.
i lined them up and shot them dead
then i went for my thoughts
invisible and everywhere
there was no time to gather them one by one
i had to wash them out
i wove a linen cloth out of my hair
soaked it in a bowl of mint and lemon water
carried it in my mouth as i climbed
up my braid to the back of my head
down on my knees i began to wipe my mind clean
it took twenty-one days
my knees bruised but
i did not care
i was not given the breath
in my lungs to choke it out
i would scrub the self-hate off the bone
till it exposed love
– self-love




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That’s all for this upload! If you liked these poems, Be sure to check out Rupi Kaur’s latest work.  The Sun and Her Flowers is a collection of poetry about grief, self-abandonment, honoring one’s roots, love and empowering oneself. It is divided into five chapters:  wilting. falling. rooting. rising. and blooming.

Also, many thanks to Benj for helping me with some of the visuals 😀  Show this big guy some love by checking out his work:

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