Poetry seems to be one of the most polarizing media out there these days. I feel like people either revere Rupi Kaur, lining their insta-stories with her quotes, or really just can’t stand her even in the slightest. I somehow seem to fall in between these two polarizing camps; I really liked [b:Milk and Honey|23513349|Milk and Honey|Rupi Kaur|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1491595510l/23513349._SY75_.jpg|43116473] and did not really care for [b:The Sun and Her Flowers|35606560|The Sun and Her Flowers|Rupi Kaur|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1499791446l/35606560._SY75_.jpg|57044162]. I would rank [b:Home Body|49656780|Home Body|Rupi Kaur|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1600123950l/49656780._SY75_.jpg|73542458] as falling squarely between her past two works, both in terms of quality and impact.

“don’t sleep on
the doormat of your potential
waiting for things to happen
when you could be”

This passage for example, is a rather basic sentiment that has been echoed many times before by many other voices, but the way Kaur frames it within her struggle of wanting to be productive, while fearing the failure of not meeting her first success, still made me feel like I could look at the words anew. Her denunciation of how capitalism has made people slaves of what they are able to accomplish, versus the inherent human worth of who people are was also further elevated the work.

Overall, I enjoyed this collection, and given how short a read it is I would recommend reading it for yourself before coming out strongly about it one way or the other.

Rating: 3.5 stars