I cupped my hands

so your tears

had a place to land

 

I kept your heart

locked in a safe

one protected from hurt

 

I feared that one day

you’d wander

and drift away

 

I watched you fall

for another woman

and I felt small

 

Now I stand

chin up and tall

with un-cupped hands.

 

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Don’t take shit from anyone.

 

 

©aishaadams2018

 

 

 

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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