Like me, Rupi Kaur is a first-generation, Indian-Canadian (not Indian-American, but still very similar), twenty-something-year-old woman [and poet].
This isn’t exactly a “concoction” a girl like myself, who didn’t know any other writers [or even about the #WritingCommunity] until just a few months ago], saw every day…. Or, any day, really [outside of myself].
In fact, I still don’t.
We’re minorities in more ways than one and, in that, I absolutely knew I had to check out Rupi’s poetry when she dropped her first book, Milk and honey.
Isn’t it intriguing how the word “humanity” is used to describe virtue, and yet, human beings are notorious for ultimately destroying just about everything we touch?
Exhibit A: Mother Earth.
Exhibit B:Each other.
There’s no denying it — human beings are curious creatures. For a species which perpetually glorifies goodness, we tend to do an awful lot of crooked things. Still, the question remains: are human beings plagued by evil, or are we actually the plague in ourselves?
It was upon the poetic pages of his renowned Divine Comedy that Dante Alighieri ascended. He famously commenced his journey in Inferno, and later reached Paradiso. The speaker in Devolution, however, is on a slightly different journey. Rather than drawing nearer to Paradiso, she can only journey further away from bliss. It is by God’s design that our tragic heroine continues to slip and fall, and it is by His will that she descends. Will she find redemption before the pages run inkless, or will she be doomed to the depraved depths of Inferno forevermore? Only Time will tell.
I’ve felt for a while now that if just a few things had gone differently for me, I might’ve grown up to be a sociopath.
Don’t believe me? Read my fiction someday [whenever I actually finish and publish some], or even take a glance at a few of my published poems.
This feeling, this suspicion… It’s why so many of my main characters embody sociopathic traits alongside a downtrodden, but at least somewhat decent, heart. In that way, they’re really alternate versions of myself. I use them to take on experiences I’ve never had, and to see how my life might’ve played out had I completely lost touch with my conscience.
It’s pretty insane finding photos of yourself from just a year ago and thinking about how different everything is now. Everything really can change in a year.
For background, please hear me when I say that 2016 was a terrible year for me — I spent most of it in a difficult relationship, horrified by the weight I’d gained by using eating to deal with my depression, and pressuring myself into law school. However, in the final weeks of that dreadful year, I made the choice to take control of my life — I left that relationship, began my weight loss and fitness journey, and started to become who I’d always wanted to be.