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Divided into five chapters and illustrated by kaur, the moon and her stars is a journey of love, falling, rising, inspiration, and growing. A celebration of life and love in all its forms.
the hands of time cannot touch us i said
why?
he asked
i kissed his lips before saying:
because our love is timeless.
-love

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

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the moon and her stars copyright © 2019 By Rupi b. Kaur. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of reprints in the context of reviews.

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Illustrations and design by Rupi b. Kaur

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Table of Contents

love

falling

rising

inspiration

growing

women

cannot hear

what men

will not

say

-speak

i spent the entire morning

wishing you were

gone

the night

brought

you back

somewhere in

the middle

my heart stays

beating

-alive

you act as if

i was mute my entire life

no no

i was simply waiting for you

to be quiet

hoping that for once you would listen

only you never cared about my words

you only cared about your own

-words

the sun and

her flowers

tasted like

milk and honey

but the moon and

her stars

feed my romantic heart

-starving

every month we

bleed

they tell us to

tough it out

keep our emotions

in check

stop pmsing

not to act crazy pants

stop telling us what it is to be

and feel

as a woman

when WE are the ones with

the vagina

maybe its your hole

where the words of oppression and subjugation flow

like poison

that should be plugged

every month

-period

perhaps we are all migrating

like birds

trying to find a

home

that is

nothing like the nest

we left behind

searching for a

better life

a place to spread our wings

without prejudice

-citizens of the world #cotw

i am not very religious

but

every time we

lock eyes

you prove to me

that heaven must exist

-heaven is a place on earth

we should not battle

with other women

not when we are waging a war

against the patriarchy

-rise my women

you wanted

a vacation

when I wanted

continuation

-commitment

they label us

like cans of soups

they tag us

like dried meats

they look us over

like we were made for them

but we were not made for

someone else to stamp like a cut of beef

to throw away when used

to beat until tender

to consume until there is nothing left

no

you were made for

yourself

-self love

i'm not a

train

you cannot board me

use me till you have reached

your stop

get off 

and

leave your trash behind

-riding between cars is prohibited

if the dead cannot

see or hear or touch or taste or feel

then why

do i miss

your face 

your voice 

your hands 

your flavor 

or the warmth of 

your body on mine

-undead

they tell us our hips are

too wide

our bellies are too fat

our eyebrows too hairy

our arms too flabby

our breasts too small

our butts too large

our clothes too revealing

breaking us down like legos

left to build ourselves back up

higher and stronger than 

before

before was yesterday

today is today

today i am a skyscraper

you knew me when i was a cottage

-skyscraper

a tree cannot

grow

if it is

kept in the dark

she bleeds for life

her womb

is not

your political agenda

-her body her choice

my heart yearns for

the day

when sisters will

use their hands to

lift each other

up

instead of using their

words

to tear each other

down

-support your fellow sister

my mind keeps

racing

like tires on a road

my heart keeps beating

like a clock keeps ticking

like seasons come

seasons go

i am stronger for staying

you were weaker for leaving