This month for FemLIT, we finally caught up to the trend and read Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur. I'd been aware of its categorization as a feminist work of poetry, and though I had my severe skepticism, I thought it was worth giving a read...possibly so I could critique it even more.
I finished the book in two sittings, had some thoughts, then went on twitter and had a tiny angry rant.
To put it simply, I cannot stand Rupi Kaur's poetry, or basically any "insta-poetry" for that matter.
