Maybe I’m not your cup of tea.
Maybe I’m your morning coffee.
Or maybe I’m that dreaded pill to swallow,
Or the aftertaste of something awful.
Perhaps I’m a dessert, that goes down sweet.
A delight, or an absolute treat.
But whatever I am, I’m here to stay.
You’ll have to deal with it, either way.
Behind the Poem...
[work in progress]
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Liberty Jensen • Owner
Liberty is a donations manager, to-be finance student, and full-time drinker of coffee. She enjoys poetry, her cats, and spending time with her husband.
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