Milk and Honey is an incredible collection of poetry that doesn't seek to soothe the discomfort of the reader, it seeks to shout the feelings of the poet and that is exactly what I'm looking for in such a personal and poignant prose. The book is divided into 4 sections: the hurting, the loving, the breaking and the healing. It takes the author's journey from a really traumatic abusive childhood to finding the love of a good man, to the deterioration of that love and then finally the new dawn of self-discovery. 
 I absolutely loved this, originally renting it as an ebook from the library I quickly realized I needed a physical copy because I needed to highlight the shit out of this. 
 This half of the year has been about me re-discovering my love for poetry collections, how they speak to me in their small ways and how I keep their words locked in my heart, stroking them every once in a while. 
 I highly suggest you check it out, there's certain passages like: 
 "he guts her 
 with his fingers 
 like he's scraping 
 the inside of a 
 cantaloupe clean" 
 ... that are so raw and I love raw in my poetry, it really live for it. 
 Then there's lovely ones that would be loved by bridal prospects: 
 "you might not have been my first love 
 but you were the love that made 
 all the other loves 
 irrelevant" 
 So in all, I think there's plenty for everyone to enjoy, to internalize and to perhaps memorize. There's a good reason this collection has gotten such hype, it's utterly beautiful. 
 "don't tell me my women 
 aren't as beautiful 
 as the ones in 
 your country 
 our backs 
 tell stories 
 no books have 
 the spine to 
 carry"