Contempt
these tears are my
soul— liquefied
flowing down my cheeks
attaint with fear and self-
contempt.
i am unsure of me;
as I am sure of my dreams.
-Michaela Thompson
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Vinegar and Honey
Poetrylife my dear is vinegar and honey a bittersweet concoction that leaves a blistering taste in your heart and a golden chain of Opportunities
