Rupi Kaur review 2
Emptying out of my mother's deli was my first act of disappearance. Learning to shrink for the family who likes their daughters, invisible was the second. The art of being empty is simple. Believe them when they say you are nothing. Read it to yourself like a wish. I am nothing. I am nothing. I am nothing. So often the only reason you know you're still alive is from the heaving of your chest
Maazran Hakim
@Maz01 · 0:12
And where is the poem of Miss Rupee Corps? I thought that you will read that poem for us