They said I'm too young to feel a true heartache They said I'm too young to even know what sorrow is They said I'm too young to know what love is They said I'm too young to know what true happiness is Just because I'm young I wrote a book to prove them wrong
I don't feel right about giving this a star rating because while I have some real critiques, I feel like I've stumbled upon a precious girlhood diary. When the imagery was unique and specific, I really appreciated it. I loved that it was honest, that it bared youngling soul, that the author took a leap of faith and published to make space for herself in the world.
But it's unfair that this feels like a reproduction of Rupi Kaur. I hope this poet finds her own singular voice as she continues writing, because she deserves more than just being a reproduction of something already done. I feel like there was so much left unsaid, like the form shackled the creativity. Then again, I think this will be an unintentional time capsule of the Instapoetry era which is a valid and legitimate literary movement that reflects the short-form content of the age and I have to respect it for being that. (I just read the most angsty anthology ever written by Gen X in 1999 and though the language is outdated by our standards, it felt like a slice of history).
Thank you, Author, for sharing. And keep writing, always.
Just way too many typos for me to fully enjoy it. Almost every poem I reported an error and corrected the spelling. Just beware if you have a problem with tyos regarding spelling in books - this is most definitely not for you.