We won’t be forgotten

Don’t silent me with brutality,

and act like like all is well,

As uncomfortable as it is to speak up,we cant shut up and ignore the writings of our ancestors,

The battle is not yet won and we don’t know when it will be,

The hate,the inequality and supremacy? Why so much oppression?

For the color of our skins and the look of our face,

was given by God,

In painting the world, black was chosen by night,to paint a million galaxies so bright,

Beautiful and precious,diamonds and opals,

None forgotten or neglected,molded with strength and perfumed with incense,

Gifted with talents,diversities and honor,

We are queens and kings of color,

We stand,we march and we won’t be forgotten.

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Thoughts of a home stayer


What if?

What if this is a scare stimulus? A test to see how well we conform to changes,what if this is a stimuli to see how much we adapt to the new norm.Hypothetically speaking what if this becomes our reality? Where they control where we go,when we go out,how long we can stay out,where our money is spent.

I never imagined the entire world would be on the same page,facing the same situation and having to adapt to the same things. I rode the bus today and sat quietly in my thoughts as I observed everyone obey the rules and wore their masks,a lady in front of me coughed and I was glad that I had my protective gear on. But it just made me realize how robotic we had become and how one virus had us so easily pinned down and had alter our entire lives. If the virus had gone we wouldn’t know for sure,unless they told us so and until then our lives seemed at their mercies.

The entire situation seemed mind controlling and where the virus came from seemed all so fishy and calculated. We were cornered and exactly where they wanted us..home. Although being home restored some lost moments and seemed to reunite old family bonds and traditions that was much needed. On the other hand, social media and online marketing couldn’t help but look unto something.Our ears and eyes were glued to the loud noises of bad news and reports and our attention couldn’t be on anything else. What exactly were they taking our attention away from and what were they preparing us for?

Written by a kind observer



Terrifying how you crept into our tiny towns and took over,

laying down rules and causing trouble,

Our lives haven’t been the same since you came,

You’ve locked us in and kept us apart,

Roamed our streets and played games with our hearts,

and you keep playing with our minds,

Feeling like we’re wasting time,not making dimes,

Getting frustrated and depressed,

What a mess you’ve made,

We’ve had just about enough of you,you need to go,

Leave us get back to normalcy,

But will things ever be

normal again?

Written by LG