The second collection of poems by Rupi. It is about self-love, femininity, immigration, and ancestry. Dealing with trauma and inner demons, but also about healing and acceptance.
I now have officially read all Rupi Kaur’s collection of poetry books, the first being Milk and Honey which I read back in 2017 and it was my very first introduction to poetry as a whole. It was the book I enjoyed the most of hers.
The sun and her flowers as well as Home body feel like we are reading Milk and honey but from a different perspective each time. I am not saying this is something bad per se, just feels overused.
Not many poems in this collection stuck with me emotionally, however, here are a couple that did:
when death
takes my hand
i will hold you with the other
and promise to find you
in every lifetime
-commitment
when i get angry
they’ll pulse with bitter cries
but when they tremble for
forgiveness
you’ll see what apologies look
like
and when one of us is dying
on a hospital bed at eighty-five
your fingers will grip mine
to say things words can’t describe
Would still recommend it. What is your favourite poetry book?
Lin's Perspective 
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