Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown 24/7 Sylvia Plath Writing in blood on my walls ‘Cause the ink in my pen don’t work in my notepad Don’t ask if I’m happy, you know that I’m not But at best, I can say I’m not sad ‘Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have There’s a new revolution, a … Continue reading Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have