You can’t put a date on when Rupi Kaur became a writer. She says her art started when she was young, and I believe it. Rupi is an Indian born Canadian poet whose words stretch across ages and all over the world. She published her first collection of poetry with illustrations in 2014 when she was 21 years old (“Milk and Honey”). I bought this book knowing it was going to be good, and I was not disappointed. The journey is divided into five chapters of wilting, falling, rooting, rising, and blooming. The beginning feels like the rush of feelings after a breakup. It is understandable, and well done, but it is the pages toward the end that got me. The way she writes, so minimally; the way she draws, so minimally, is breathtaking. She spills her soul across the paper like ink, and you feel her presence with every word. The poems felt raw, the wording was bold, and the aftermath? I am a disaster, but loving it. This book doesn’t end when you close the cover. It’s message of love, strength, and rebirth seep into your thoughts until you go to sleep. And then you might just dream up your own lyric.
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