I forgot to hang out my “Gone Camping” sign this year but now I’m back with a poem today from a book my granddaughter is reading, Milk and Honey, by Rupi Kuar. She cautioned me that some of the poems are “pretty rough.”
Here is the poem she selected:
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
rupi kuar