Nappyhair poetry: Bitter Cup

The bitter nectar

from your cruel years

Fell from my face

My cup runneth over

I drank from that cup

Of harshness and pain

Without a chaser

Letting it fill the creases

Of a soul dry-heaving with shame

I drank until I got high on life lessons

Until my world became sane

to acknowledged the blessing

I drank until I overdose

Until true strength

I could boast

I drank of those bitters

took them all down

I drank until I had no more

until my cup was dry

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