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