Your Cup of Tea

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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