milk and honey by Rupi kaur

milk and honey by Rupi kaur – Review

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Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

Review of milk and honey by rupi kaur

Author: Rupi Kaur

Price: Rs. 311 /-

Pages: 204

Genre: Poetry

Rupi Kaur is writer and poet, who is an immigrant from India to Toronto, Canada. Kaur has a way with words and pictures, expertly choosing the simplest words and lines to create the most powerful combination of art and poetry. Kaur is part of young poets who have earned their audiences through social media, most of her readers are from her Instagram account which has about 30,000 followers.

Rupi Kaur’s poetry collection Milk and Honey is powerful and deeply felt exploration of womanhood, individuality, and love. She writes about sexual abuse, sexual assault, parent’s failures, her own sexual appetite, the devastation of lost love, racism and much more. Her way of writing is quite aggressive and quite gracefully poetic as well.

Many of her poems have become an anthem of sorts for young women in our society. The book has been divided into four parts:

1. the hurting, where she talks about rape and hurt caused by absent father.

2. the loving, after so much of hurt, the book turns towards romance in this part.

3. the breaking, here she tells that this section is like a glass, if you hold it wrong then it can hurt but if you hold it well then it would become a weapon of sorts.

4. the healing, this part of the book is awe inspiring.

For those you want to know more about Rupi Kaur: here’s her site.

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