by Ibtisam Barakat
I write
for my heart
has become
a country
and I want
all people
to live in it.
I make space
by emptying
all corners
of fear.
I make peace
by making
a cup of tea
for my story
and yours.
A cup of tea
for our estranged
histories
that come from
one family
but to one another
do not speak.
Hot tea and mint.
I have meant
to invite you over
to my heart.
Do you like your tea
with sugar?
Last updated June 28, 2015