Coffee Shop
A quick poem.
I think of the online spaces where I cultivate a sense of safe
And home
Black American mainly I observe
And the African sister I met at Walmart
Igbo too
From a nearby place
To where my mom was born
Imo state, I think
Singing with them at the church
Redefining God for myself
Past my trauma
God the mother, God the father
I think of how the coffee shop
I am around only White faces
In Denver
White and Hispanic faces
In Denver
In Atlanta,
The harm I faced sometimes with
Black faces
The times when the Black faces
Notated good
Recultivating safe
Away
One step
Toward freedom
Internally first
And the new faces
Will show up
And the past ones
Will show up
In their proper space
Listening to music
That makes me feel home
I always liked the
“Waiting To Exhale” soundtrack
Babyface
Like my father
Having to accept the ways that I am like
Only way to heal
Get me beyond
To an internal space
Like the meditation on Friday
Where I thrive
Beyond the faces around me
At the coffee shop
Beyond
Stratospheric
Let me get to my email now
Just answered my sister now
No more random blog posts
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