Rupi Kaur is unapologetically honest, and that's what makes her poetry so beautiful. I almost felt as if I was reading a journal of some sort. Something far too personal and intimate for me to be read...
ing. Kaur pours her heart out on every page, and I'm just so beyond grateful that she decided to share her sanctuary of hurt and healing with us.
Sometimes, I did [foolishly] wonder as to why she wrote in such depth about her past lover(s), and then it hit me that this was her recovery process. The words that lay on the pages was her way of healing herself. In whatever way, writing had helped her. I know many people comment on the fact that this book of poetry is similar to that of 'Tumblr Poetry'. I agree, but I don't necessarily think that is a bad thing. I believe that words are art, and no matter what platform it is on (and no matter how angsty it is), it is still that: art.
Of course I didn't resonate with a few poems, and couldn't quite connect with them on the level I did with others, but I still loved it despite that. The sketches were so beautiful, and complemented her words so well. I loved the poems which promoted feminism and the idea that women are art, and they were so well done. I genuinely think this is the book that I will turn to after I suffer my first heartbreak.