This poetry collection by Rupi Kaur is so beautiful to lay eyes on, physically. Yet, as I started reading Milk and Honey, I had a strange feeling that I was not going to like it at all. There was a tirade going on in my head that was yelling at me to walk away from this “trainwreck” as soon as possible. But I knew it wasn’t fair to the author. So I decided to reserve my final judgment for when I turned the last page.