Let’s Have Coffee

A poem, a hope, a dream of liberation

Alexandria Roswick
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

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Photo by Priscilla Du Preez 🇨🇦 on Unsplash

Welcome, please.

Take a seat in my sunroom.

Whatever you like, I’ll brew, bake, cook, make,

I can run to the store, in fact,

take my hand. Quick trip. Skip,

one step, one second away from

fresh baked cookies. Remember home?

Tea steeping, spout, and pour

your heart into my hands. Tell me

what brought you to my door. Though, you were always welcome, and

I don’t need to know, but I do know.

Only if you need to tell: open,

blossom, and bloom with Spring — starting today, on your terms.

To you, I’m a stranger, sometimes an enemy,

but my home, my door, my hands are safer than those of whom you ran

from. And I was waiting. Frightened of waking up to a headline with your

name. Praying instead you’d run home.

And I’m sorry I don’t have a time machine, a lawyer, a gun, or an

explanation. I can offer a shovel and soil, and anything else

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Alexandria Roswick
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

Top Writer in Feminism. Blogger for Say It Loud Space (UK). Trauma, relationships, and analysis of media and culture. https://linktr.ee/alexandriaroswick