Last Wednesday I finally gave in to the hype around milk and honey by Rupi Kaur and so I bought it. Normally I don’t really like reading poetry on my own, outside university, so I was very curious about what I’d think of it!
‘milk and honey’ is a collection of poetry and prose about survival. About the experience of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity. It is split into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose. Deals with a different pain. Heals a different heartache. ‘milk and honey’ takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them because there is sweetness everywhere if you are just willing to look.
I don’t think I have to use many words to describe my thoughts about this poetry book. It was very simple, yet very powerful. Some parts were very recognizable and others not so much (in a good way, because those were about physical abuse). I’ve read comments by a lot of people, saying that the poems by Rupi Kaur aren’t actual poetry, but just rants that you could find anywhere on tumblr. And yes, that may be so, but can’t people on tumblr also be poets? (not that I thought that about the poetry by Kaur, not at all) And yes, maybe she doesn’t write her poems by the traditional poetry rules, but that doesn’t take the poetic side of the poems away. Not in my opnion at least; poets don’t have to use rhyme, or a lot of difficult, useless metaphors, just to sound interesting. (if you like that, that’s totally fine though)
Rupi Kaurs poetry touches on a lot of VERY important topics, like abuse, healing, love and femininity and that’s what makes her work important and good to me.
“he placed his hands
on my mind
for my waist
or my lips
he didn’t call me
he called me
– how he touches me”