Andrea, this is stunning. And heart-breaking at the same time. I switch between coffee and tea every other day or so, but your voice really came through, and has in past poems, about you being a coffee drinker. To me, the coffee resembles your authentic, bold self. But lately you've resorted to tea, something associated with calm but what you don't enjoy the taste of, and your voice and passions and feelings have been quelled or ignored, so you stay silent. You feel you aren't allowed to be your truest self.
This poem screamed to me, the kind of scream that we feel is so loud, but no one else notices. No one else listens, and we just want to be heard <3