Writing is my therapy.
it’s not about race or color or gender nor other it’s how hatred needs a place needs a host to feed on just like love hatred never dies
By A Cup of Jo4 months ago in Poets
I was today years old when I learned that I don’t have to make myself small. I was today years old when I realized I don’t need to hide someone else’s mistakes.
It’s the audacity to ask a woman who absolutely adored YOU to be chosen last. It’s the audacity of ME to wait to be chosen.
By A Cup of Jo5 months ago in Poets
Sunrise daylight let's go Tonight you're mine you know You know I am on your mind Thinking of me always day and night You know I am on your mind
By A Cup of Jo6 months ago in Poets
Yes, it hurts Yes, it feels shameful To feel the brunt of betrayal in Return of your loyalty. Yes, you feel foolish and labeled
By A Cup of Jo12 months ago in Poets
And so she left Without a trace Without a trail Without a path Without a plan She left it all behind And left everything to the
By A Cup of Joabout a year ago in Poets
