“I poured myself from an empty cup but you weren’t even thirsty.”

My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.

Sometimes the thing that destroys you also kisses you on the forehead.

If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where to go.

As you buy tampons you will be hit with the realization that you’re still paying in blood.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

When a black girl dies; the last thing to decompose is her heart.

Alone is the safest I have ever felt.

These hands keep a score of everything.

Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.

I am just a bunch of bad decisions glued together.

You look most like your father when you smile. It’s your ultimate betrayal.

You are a multiple choice exam and I have circled all the wrong answers.

Heaven is not something you need to die to get to.

Black don’t crack: It does bruise, though. It does rupture into a new sky.

I wish I was as good at love as I am at falling apart.

I am always becoming a new tragedy. Trading one torture for another. Forever versatile in this becoming.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

They’re drinkin’ home brew from a wooden cup. The folks were dancin’ there got all shook up.

Bring me a cup of tea and the ‘Times.’

Instead of pouring me the finest liquor, he filled my cup with false promises and sweet nothings.

keep filling your cup of self-love. It’s very essential to feel peace when you close your eyes.

She is whisky in a teacup.

If I am a cup maker, I’m interested in making the best cup I possibly can. My effort goes into that cup, not what people think about it.

Treat yourself right, you don’t pour from an empty cup.