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Home Body

Rupi Kaur

3.88 AVERAGE


I mean how do you even rate a collection of poetry? Rating poetry is like rating someone’s feelings, which you just should not do. When I bought this book I assumed it was a spin on self isolation and quarantining, but now, after reading it - I think she is focusing on our body being our temple - how our body is an actual home. Her poems do not rhyme (which I do not mind) and her style is odd - she writes in a statement form. But I felt like I was reading her diary - reading moments of brain spills, knowledge drops, and her immediate thoughts!

nul. "se masturber c'est méditer"
emotional inspiring fast-paced

This book has great poems in it, but I wouldn’t say it is as strong as a whole as her earlier collections.
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Of all of Rupi Kaur's work, this collection is the one I've related to most. It was so raw and honest. I loved it. 

not as good

Maybe I found the other books at a different phase in my life, but this one didn’t hit the same spot as the previous ones did. It just wasn’t as enticing to me
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Powerful, visceral, inspiring - a beautiful quick read!

“women have been starved of space for so long when one of us finally makes it into the arena we get scared that another woman will take our spot
but space doesn't work like that
look at all the men in the arena getting stronger as their numbers multiply more women in the arena means more room for all of us to rise
- stronger together”

“i am not interested in a feminism that excludes trans women”

“look for the women in the room
who have less space than you
listen
hear them
and act on what they're saying
- amplify indigenous. trans. black. brown. women of color voices.”

“make it a point to love yourself
as fiercely as you do other people
- commitment”

“give me laugh lines and wrinkles
i want proof of the jokes we shared
engrave the lines into my face like t
he roots of a tree that grow deeper
with each passing year
i want sunspots as souvenirs
for the beaches we laid on
i want to look like i was
never afraid to let the world
take me by the hand
and show me what it's made of
i want to leave this place knowing
i did something with my body
other than trying to make it look perfect”

“be here
in what needs to be done today
- that's how you honor tomorrow”

“i will never have this version of me again let me slow down and be with her
- always evolving”