Another Pandemic Poem
I could care less about
getting a haircut or
finding hair color to
dye my nappy roots
So what my nails need
a fill and my feet look like
I've been walking on eggshells
and frustration
I don't give a damn about
having to cancel weddings
parties
open mics and
play dates
I'm not interested in
swinging on conspiracy theories
while binging on fake news
None of that matters
My first priority is making
it out of this thing alive
mentally
physically
emotionally and
spiritually
I keep busy so depression
won't trump my faith
because in trump,
I have no faith
I want my anxiety to
calm the hell down
and leave me alone
and the more I try to
distract my thoughts
the more those social
media mail carriers
put their junk mail
in my inbox
I wish for a way to return
it to sender
Right now
in this minute
all I'm concerned about is living
to see the return
of another tomorrow
Reclaim my privilege to
openly breathe the air
that lives on the other
side of the wall
©4-8-2020
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