The first boy Kaur kissed held her down and forced himself on her.
In her own experiences, she couldn’t draw the connection between sex and love for a long time. They may come and go as they please, but they never have to stay for long. It’s through this demand for submission that Kaur asserts that women have been taught that sex is similar to a pit stop for men.
She submitted to the demands of the men in her life and remained silent and unseen throughout her childhood. When she tried to convince herself that she was allowed to exist and have an opinion, her insecurities would silence her. She would look at herself in the mirror and tell herself that she was nothing. This may have been because her father taught her that women having an opinion made them less desirable to the rest of society.īecause she was told to stay silent, Kaur began to view herself as unimportant. Her father was afraid of her voice, so she grew to be afraid of it too. Any time Kaur would try to speak up, her father and other men in her life would shut her down. Growing up, Kaur and her mother were told to be silent. For Rupi Kaur, abuse from men was also a part of life. Rupi Kaur: Abuse and OppressionĪs a child, Kaur saw that women were expected to be silent and subservient. Read more about Rupi Kaur, abuse, and oppression. These themes are present in her poems in milk and honey. She was raped by her uncle and silenced by the men around her. What happened to Rupi Kaur as a child? How did Rupi Kaur’s abuse shape her poetry?įor Rupi Kaur, abuse and oppression were a part of her childhood.
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Like this article? Sign up for a free trial here. Shortform has the world's best summaries and analyses of books you should be reading. In the meantime, Kaur’s book received the sort of free publicity any self-published author would kill for.This article is an excerpt from the Shortform book guide to "Milk and Honey" by Rupi Kaur. Her protest gained massive public support, and Instagram eventually backed down. Kaur made a name for herself by standing up for art: She publicly denounced Instagram for its double-standards regarding its policies and its patriarchal attitudes. Instagram decided that one of the images in this “visual poem” violated their terms of service and it took the picture down.
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In 2015, Kaur had a dustup with Instagram when she posted a school project: A series of photos focused on menstruation. She put together Milk and Honey as a self-published book and got it to Amazon in November of 2014, where it sold nearly 20,000 copies. Kaur had been pouring her art directly into the Internet, and it hadn’t occurred to her that there might be demand for something as old-school as a printed book. Kaur’s fans began asking her where they could buy a book of her poetry in 2014. Of 05 She Originally Self-Published Milk and Honey Even those normally plugged into the world of modern poetry are a bit surprised Kaur is just 24 years old, and no one could have predicted that someone so young would just drop a book that sells a million copies. Milk and Honey has quickly gone from relative obscurity to a secure place in the entrance table of every bookstore, on every list, and in everybody’s newsfeed. Think unvarnished, and brutally honest, and immediate-reading Kaur’s work, one gets the impression she is pouring her soul directly onto the screen or page without a filter, with nothing more than her keen sense of beauty and rhythm to guide the words into poem-shape. If you hear the word “poetry” and think of dour old rhyme schemes and lofty, flowery language, think more modern. Kaur’s poetry spits fire on subjects ranging from feminism, domestic abuse, and violence. That alone makes Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey a remarkable book, but the words within deserve more than just a few perfunctory statistics about book sales (a million copies as of January 2017) and weeks on The New York Times’ bestseller lists (41 and counting). It’s fairly uncommon for a book of poetry to not only hit the bestseller lists but to stay there week after week.
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