this is the journey of
surviving through poetry
this is the blood sweat tears
of twenty-one years
this is my heart
in your hands
So reads the blurb of Rupi Kaur`s poetry collection milk and honey.
I have tried to sit down and write about this book too many times to count, but my reading experience of milk and honey is one that I will never be able to entirely articulate.
Split into four parts each chapter takes the reader through the hurting, the loving, the breaking, and the healing. At it’s core milk and honey speaks of modern femininity. In sparse and sporadic poetry milk and honey addresses trauma and taboo, love and loss, bitterness and beauty.
It only took me an hour to read milk and honey, but I have since carried it everywhere – the pages are becoming soft with constant touch, the spine is scarred, and the cover has my dirty fingerprints across it.
If there’s only one book you read this year, make it this one. It will rip you to shreds.