How I reclaimed my body after trauma | Rupi Kaur | TEDxKC
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0:06 - 0:09[The following talk contains
descriptions of sexual violence -
0:09 - 0:11[which may be triggering to survivors.]
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0:12 - 0:15[Can you help me?]
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0:15 - 0:19[Can you help change the world
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0:19 - 0:23[with more meaningful questions?]
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0:23 - 0:30[Question everything better.]
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0:33 - 0:36(Reciting) It began as a typical Thursday:
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0:38 - 0:42sunlight kissed my eyelids good morning.
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0:42 - 0:44I remember climbing out of bed,
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0:44 - 0:49making coffee to the sound
of children playing outside, -
0:51 - 0:53putting music on,
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0:53 - 0:55loading the dishwasher,
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0:56 - 1:01putting roses in a vase
in the middle of the kitchen table. -
1:02 - 1:09Only when my apartment was spotless
would I step into the bathtub, -
1:09 - 1:12wash yesterday out of my hair,
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1:12 - 1:15like the walls of my home were decorated
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1:15 - 1:21with frames, bookshelves,
photos I'd decorate myself. -
1:22 - 1:26Hang a necklace on my chest,
hook earrings in, -
1:27 - 1:32apply lipstick like paint,
sweep my hair back. -
1:33 - 1:37Just your typical Thursday.
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1:38 - 1:41We ended up better
get together with friends. -
1:41 - 1:45At the end, you asked
if I need a ride home and I said yes -
1:45 - 1:47because our dads
work for the same company, -
1:47 - 1:51and you'd been to my place
for dinner many times, -
1:52 - 1:54but I should have known
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1:55 - 2:01when you began to confuse
kind conversation with flirtation, -
2:01 - 2:04when you told me to let my hair down,
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2:04 - 2:07when instead of driving me home
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2:07 - 2:10toward the bright intersection
of lights and life, -
2:10 - 2:16you took a left
to the road that led nowhere. -
2:17 - 2:22I asked where we were going,
you asked was I afraid, -
2:22 - 2:28and that's when my voice
jumped over the edge of my throat, -
2:28 - 2:33landed at the bottom of my belly
and hid for months. -
2:33 - 2:36All the different parts in me
turned the lights off, -
2:36 - 2:39shut the blinds, locked the doors,
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2:39 - 2:44I hid at the back
of some upstairs closet of my mind -
2:44 - 2:47while someone came and broke the windows.
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2:47 - 2:50You, someone, kicked the front door in,
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2:50 - 2:53you took everything,
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2:53 - 2:57you, someone, took me.
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2:59 - 3:04It was you who dove to me
with a fork and a knife, -
3:04 - 3:10eyes glinting with starvation
like you hadn't eaten in weeks. -
3:11 - 3:15I was 110 pounds of fresh meat
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3:15 - 3:17you'd skin and gut with your fingers
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3:17 - 3:22like you were scraping
the inside of a cantaloupe clean. -
3:23 - 3:27I screamed for my mother
as you nail my wrist to the ground, -
3:27 - 3:31turned my breast to bruised fruit.
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3:31 - 3:35This home is empty now.
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3:35 - 3:41No gas, no electricity, no running water.
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3:41 - 3:44The food is rotten from head to foot.
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3:44 - 3:48I am layered in dust;
fruit flies, webs, bugs. -
3:48 - 3:50Someone call the plumber,
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3:50 - 3:53the stomach is backed up,
I've been vomiting since! -
3:53 - 3:57Call the electrician
these eyes won't light up. -
3:57 - 4:01Call the cleaners
to wash me up and hang me to dry. -
4:01 - 4:06When you broke into my home,
it never felt like mine again. -
4:07 - 4:11I can't even let a lover in
without being sick. -
4:12 - 4:17I lose sleep after the first date,
lose my appetite, -
4:17 - 4:22become more bone and less skin,
forget to breathe. -
4:23 - 4:27Every night, my bedroom
becomes a psych ward -
4:27 - 4:32where panic attacks wake
men playing doctors to keep me calm. -
4:33 - 4:37Every lover who touches me
ends up feeling like you. -
4:38 - 4:41Their fingers - you, mouths - you,
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4:41 - 4:45until they're not even the ones
on top of me anymore; it's you. -
4:45 - 4:50And I am so tired
of doing things your way. -
4:51 - 4:53It isn't working.
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4:53 - 4:57I've spent years trying to figure out
how I could have stopped it. -
4:57 - 5:01But the sun can't stop
the storm from coming, -
5:01 - 5:04the tree can't stop the axe.
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5:04 - 5:09I can't blame me for having
a hole the size of your manhood -
5:09 - 5:12in my chest anymore.
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5:12 - 5:15It's too heavy to carry your guilt.
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5:15 - 5:17I'm setting it down.
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5:18 - 5:22I'm tired of decorating
this place with your shame -
5:22 - 5:23as if it belongs to me.
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5:23 - 5:27It's too much to walk around
with what your hands have done -
5:27 - 5:31if it's not my hands that have done it.
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5:31 - 5:34The truth comes to me.
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5:34 - 5:39Suddenly, after years of rain,
the truth comes -
5:39 - 5:42like sunlight pouring
through that open window. -
5:42 - 5:48It takes a long time to get here,
but it all comes full circle. -
5:49 - 5:51It takes a broken, twisted person
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5:51 - 5:54to come searching for meaning
between my legs, -
5:54 - 6:01but it takes a whole, complete,
perfectly designed person to survive it. -
6:02 - 6:07It takes monsters to steal souls
and fighters to reclaim them. -
6:07 - 6:11This home is
what I came into this world with; -
6:11 - 6:15was the first home, will be the last home.
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6:15 - 6:16You can't take it.
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6:17 - 6:19There is no space for you,
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6:20 - 6:25no welcome mat, no extra bedrooms.
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6:26 - 6:30I'm opening all the windows,
airing it out, -
6:30 - 6:35putting roses in a vase
in the middle of that kitchen table, -
6:35 - 6:37lighting a candle,
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6:37 - 6:42loading the dishwasher with my thoughts
until they're spotless, -
6:42 - 6:47and then, I plan to step into the bathtub,
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6:47 - 6:50wash yesterday out of my hair,
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6:51 - 6:56put music on, sit back, put my feet up,
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6:56 - 7:00and enjoy this typical Thursday.
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7:02 - 7:03(Applause)
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7:08 - 7:12(Speaking) So when I first started
writing years ago, -
7:12 - 7:14it was a private hobby,
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7:15 - 7:18and then years after that,
it became a public one -
7:18 - 7:22that I shared with
some family and some friends. -
7:23 - 7:27And then years after that,
I began to share it with the Internet, -
7:27 - 7:32and today, I'm lucky enough to say
that it's become my full-time job. -
7:34 - 7:36So when I first started to travel
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7:36 - 7:39to perform spoken word poetry
like you saw here today -
7:39 - 7:43and to do readings
of my book "milk and honey," -
7:43 - 7:48family and friends always asked me,
"Don't you ever get homesick?" -
7:50 - 7:55And on the plane rides to and from,
I ponder that question -
7:56 - 8:01because the truth was
I never really got homesick. -
8:02 - 8:05I mean, of course I'd lie to my mom
and tell her that I did, -
8:05 - 8:07because what was I really going to say?
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8:07 - 8:09"Hi, mom. Yeah. No.
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8:10 - 8:14No, I'm actually completely fine,
I don't miss being home at all." -
8:15 - 8:18Trust me, I did it once last year,
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8:18 - 8:21and I am still hearing
about it a year later. -
8:22 - 8:24But the truth was
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8:24 - 8:28the fact that I never felt homesick
made me feel bad. -
8:28 - 8:31"Was there something
wrong with me?", I thought. -
8:31 - 8:33"Was I cold?"
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8:34 - 8:37And after months of wondering,
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8:38 - 8:42I realize that the reason
I never felt homesick -
8:43 - 8:48was because, for me,
home was wherever I was. -
8:49 - 8:51So let me explain.
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8:52 - 8:56I'd moved over a dozen times
in my short life, -
8:57 - 9:01so this concept that home
is some physical structure -
9:01 - 9:04just stopped making sense a long time ago.
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9:05 - 9:08How could I place the idea of home
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9:08 - 9:12on places that kept on changing,
on temporary roofs? -
9:13 - 9:18Houses were structures. Home was here.
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9:20 - 9:24When I was three, home was
on that two-wheeler scooter -
9:24 - 9:28rocketing around my village in Punjab.
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9:29 - 9:33When my father left India as a refugee,
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9:33 - 9:37he went to search for a home
in far-off countries -
9:37 - 9:41while my mother tried to maintain
our crumbling one there. -
9:42 - 9:44And years after that,
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9:44 - 9:47mum and I found home
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9:47 - 9:51on an airplane hurdling
towards a Canadian tarmac. -
9:53 - 9:54And then,
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9:54 - 9:57in the dozen plus moves
that followed that, -
9:57 - 10:00the only constant I had
under each of those roofs -
10:00 - 10:01was my art,
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10:01 - 10:04it was my writing and my expression.
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10:05 - 10:10So naturally, writing became like a limb.
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10:11 - 10:14It became an extension of my being.
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10:16 - 10:19So then, what happens
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10:19 - 10:24when your home,
when your body is attacked? -
10:25 - 10:28What happens, say, when you thrust
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10:28 - 10:31something as dark as sexual abuse,
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10:31 - 10:35molestation, a rape, onto a person?
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10:37 - 10:41It makes you feel robbed
like you don't even own your body. -
10:41 - 10:45They own it,
and you're living in it on rent. -
10:46 - 10:49And this feeling
of homelessness within the body -
10:49 - 10:53isn't restricted to only sexual violence.
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10:54 - 11:01Domestic violence can make you feel
just as far away from yourself. -
11:01 - 11:06Navigating this world
with a physical or a mental disability. -
11:08 - 11:10That first treatment of chemotherapy
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11:10 - 11:14will make you feel like
your body's turned on you, -
11:14 - 11:16and you're living someplace foreign.
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11:18 - 11:21The sensation of being trapped,
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11:21 - 11:24being born into the wrong body altogether
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11:24 - 11:26is terrifying.
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11:27 - 11:32The boy or girl mercilessly bullied
at school and battered at home, -
11:33 - 11:37the refugee, unwanted on the old shore
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11:37 - 11:41and deemed
a scavenging vulture in the new. -
11:43 - 11:47So many of us are trying
to reclaim our bodies from something. -
11:49 - 11:51At my lowest point -
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11:51 - 11:54this was right before I began
to take writing seriously -
11:54 - 11:57and make it into an everyday practice -
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11:57 - 12:01thoughts of ending my life were constant,
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12:02 - 12:04and attempts weren't far off.
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12:04 - 12:08I could not stand myself.
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12:09 - 12:13I'd walk into the bathroom,
and I would seriously turn the lights off, -
12:14 - 12:16I would shower in complete darkness,
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12:16 - 12:19so I wouldn't have to stand there,
under the water, -
12:19 - 12:22have to look down and see my body
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12:22 - 12:25because this thing
had brought me so much pain -
12:25 - 12:29that seeing it filled me with disgust.
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12:30 - 12:34I honestly avoided mirrors
like one would avoid an ex at a party. -
12:36 - 12:41I refused to acknowledge it,
look at it, appreciate it. -
12:42 - 12:47I craved physical pain
to manage the emotional pain. -
12:47 - 12:50And so I began to break the body down,
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12:51 - 12:55refused to nurture it
with good food and good sleep, -
12:56 - 13:01abused it through language
and vandalized it through self-harm. -
13:03 - 13:05But there was one day,
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13:05 - 13:07where I was crying upstairs in my room -
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13:07 - 13:11and it was always Niagara Falls in my room
at that point in my life - -
13:12 - 13:13but this day was different.
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13:13 - 13:20This day the tears suddenly stopped,
it was like the taps went dry, -
13:20 - 13:23and like a robot, I got up,
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13:23 - 13:27I walked to the closet,
I found some charcoal, -
13:27 - 13:33I found some paper,
and I sat, and I drew for hours. -
13:34 - 13:39What I ended up with
was a picture of a woman, -
13:39 - 13:42and in the corner of the page,
I'd written a poem. -
13:43 - 13:47And little did I know
that sitting there in grade 10 or 11 -
13:47 - 13:50that this combination
of picture and poetry -
13:50 - 13:52would one day lead
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13:52 - 13:56to a New York Times
bestselling collection of poems. -
13:57 - 14:02The writing was
a guttural response to my trauma. -
14:02 - 14:05I wrote, and I wrote,
and I wrote, and I wrote -
14:05 - 14:09with the intention to survive.
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14:09 - 14:13The poetry in the books, all of that,
was just the side effect. -
14:15 - 14:20And it was this writing
that led me to reclaim my body. -
14:22 - 14:26You see, I come from
a tradition of poetry. -
14:27 - 14:30Being raised in a Sikh household,
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14:30 - 14:35every instance of my life from birth
has been informed by poetry. -
14:36 - 14:40Sikh scriptures are written
in poetic verse. -
14:41 - 14:45It was on the lips of my mother
as she rocked me to sleep, -
14:45 - 14:51it was on the lips of her mother
whose own mother rocked her to sleep -
14:51 - 14:54as they traveled an ox cart
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14:54 - 14:58through the carnage and pillage
of the South Asian partition. -
14:59 - 15:06The poetry is Punjabi,
and Persian, Braj, and Sanskrit. -
15:07 - 15:11It is how millions
viewed life, in concert, -
15:11 - 15:17constructed by the languages
of nomads, and warriors, and mystics. -
15:17 - 15:22Even our names are picked from poems
written hundreds of years ago. -
15:23 - 15:25When I'll decide to marry,
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15:25 - 15:29it will be poetry
that will bond that marriage. -
15:30 - 15:32And even when I pass,
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15:32 - 15:36it will be poetry
that will mark my departure. -
15:38 - 15:42And so, it comes as no surprise, I think,
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15:42 - 15:47that I would use writing poetry
as a means to reclaim this body, -
15:47 - 15:51to find home here again.
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15:52 - 15:55It was this writing of poetry
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15:55 - 16:00that led me to find love for myself,
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16:01 - 16:05and with that love, a path lit up.
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16:05 - 16:11I took that love, walked back into myself,
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16:11 - 16:13to that five-year-old girl,
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16:13 - 16:20to that 10-15-year old girl who was
still sitting inside of me scared, -
16:20 - 16:23the one who had no one.
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16:23 - 16:25I walked over to her,
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16:25 - 16:29picked her up, and told her
it was going to be OK. -
16:30 - 16:37We all sat in this body that day,
joined together as one. -
16:37 - 16:41And I said to all
the younger versions of me, -
16:41 - 16:46I said, "You are welcome here.
You have always been welcome here. -
16:46 - 16:48This place belongs to you.
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16:48 - 16:53Nothing was your fault, and I love you."
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16:54 - 16:58The truth comes after years of rain,
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16:59 - 17:03the truth comes like sunlight
pouring through that open window. -
17:04 - 17:10It takes a long time to get here,
but it all comes full circle. -
17:10 - 17:13It takes a broken, twisted person
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17:13 - 17:16to come searching for meaning
between my legs, -
17:16 - 17:19but it takes a whole, complete,
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17:19 - 17:24perfectly designed person to survive it.
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17:24 - 17:29It takes monsters to steal souls
and fighters to reclaim them. -
17:29 - 17:33This home is
what I came into this world with, -
17:33 - 17:37it was the first home,
will be the last home. -
17:38 - 17:39You can't take it.
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17:40 - 17:43There is no space for you,
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17:43 - 17:48no welcome mat, no extra bedrooms.
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17:48 - 17:52I'm opening all the windows,
airing it out, -
17:53 - 17:57putting roses in a vase
in the middle of that kitchen table, -
17:57 - 17:59lighting a candle,
-
17:59 - 18:04loading the dishwasher with my thoughts
until they're spotless, -
18:04 - 18:08and then, I plan to step
into that bathtub, -
18:08 - 18:11wash yesterday out of my hair,
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18:11 - 18:14decorate my body in gold,
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18:14 - 18:20put music on, sit back, put my feet up,
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18:20 - 18:24and enjoy this typical Thursday.
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18:28 - 18:29(Applause)
- Title:
- How I reclaimed my body after trauma | Rupi Kaur | TEDxKC
- Description:
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This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference format but independently organized by a local community. Learn more at http://ted.com/tedx
Using a mix of poetry and narrative, Rupi Kaur weaves together a powerful and cathartic story - which in spite of great trauma, ends where it begins - by restoring the feeling of home within your body.
Warning: this talk contains descriptions of sexual violence which may be triggering to survivors.
Rupi Kaur is a celebrated photographer, illustrator, author, and spoken word artists. Her latest work, "Milk and Honey" is a powerful exploration of femininity, love, loss, trauma, and healing.
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