Corona's Love

CORONA'S LOVE I am the innocent victim held on house arrest eating one meal a day no visitors, I was put on lockdown for shaking hands, giving hugs, and kisses, how can this be, as if I created the bubonic plague, I never held a gun nor pulled a trigger but they said guilty as charged, with a curfew as if I'm 16 again sneaking out to see a boy, how dare they lock me up, in a personal prision with a glass box and I see a whole nation with a new style of ankle bracelet as they monitor our every move, in the asylum, of untold stories, if I sneeze if I cough If I have a fever I'm guilty, yet I have none they say Corona sold me out tho I'd prefer Heineken or maybe Redstripe, even a Malta would do, but I never tasted corona... but I bear the stamp as if I'm back in slavery or nazi camp I hold the I.D with a number while taking a mugshot as they stamp my forehead patient 21 Corona, now quarantine alone with my thoughts I ponder when will I be free as I now send virtual hugs, handshakes while blowing kisses in the wind hoping they touch the ones I love, again in my thoughts all alone pleading with Corona to set me free, for the lie you placed on me keeps registering guilty yet I never tasted you as I was told you're bitter, and in my thoughts I've come to realize that I did taste many Corona's which led me to cough, sneeze, and hold fevers of parasites sucking me dry; I regurgitate all these years of choices I labeled mistakes to ease my pain now cage free I am a blank canvas ready to be painted, but this time I choose wine, leaving the sunken place filled with drunks, I am the architect building as I select colors to mirror the soul being set free, I am the white dove released never to return--- ~Queen'Anyah Divine aka Suzette Campbell (c) 2020 Copyright All Rights Reserved March 21, 2020