🌿 Legacy of Love No. 11: Rupi Kaur

Because the body remembers, and poetry lets it speak.

Rupi Kaur doesn’t need a thousand words to say something holy.

She crafts softness with edge,

turns silence into syllables,

and gives the wound a name you can whisper to yourself in the dark.

She showed the world that healing can rhyme,

that trauma can be translated,

and that the feminine voice—raw, unapologetic, immigrant-rooted, soul-fed—is not a whisper but a movement.

Through poems so simple they feel like breath

and so profound they feel like prayer,

she taught us that it’s not the length of a sentence that matters—

it’s the depth of what it’s willing to hold.

Her poems are homes for women who’ve felt too much, been too much, or been told they were never enough.

Her lines give shape to the shame we were taught to carry quietly.

She names the body, the blood, the breakup, the longing, the mother wound, the border, the exile, the rebirth.

And she lets it all belong.

Rupi didn’t just publish poetry.

She created permission.

She made it normal to feel broken and beautiful at once.

She handed out metaphors like mirrors.

And she invited our inner girls to sit beside us and exhale.

As a woman who has known grief in the body,

who has raised children and buried versions of herself along the way,

who believes in the power of voice and softness and sacred becoming—

I see Rupi’s work not just as literature,

but as medicine.

Her legacy is not polished.

It is felt.

It is feared by some.

It is held by many.

It is alive in the women writing their first poem because she told them they could.

Thank you, Rupi.

For your tenderness.

For your bravery.

For walking boldly in your softness and teaching us that

the heart is still worth listening to—especially when it trembles.

You are a Legacy of Love.

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