Pandemic Peace
Not once in time, can she define a moment her mind unwind.
In fact, it turn on the dime.
Except…This time.
Amidst pandemic confusion, or is it an illusion?
She assume unprecedented numbers choose delusion.
She nestle her fated conclusion.
Embracing her Queen deep within, she seek to invite anew begin.
A slate so fresh and so clean, its time she shift her lean.
A moments encounter is all it took.
A glance.
A side-look.
She shutter.
A shadow she’d not met
mimic her,
distorting her silhouette.
A mere reflection
of the darkness
her being
overtook.
In disgust,
she shook.
Instinctively,
She
knew.
This were conditioned,
created and enabled
by a
sickened society’s
Stereotypes,
Labels,
Diagnoses,
Judgement.
Entitled,
unsolicited opinions
replace Respect and
Compassion.
An abused child
Is
A
Village
Issue.
Open your
Fuck’n eyes
When does it stop?
Man burdening others,
demanding secrets remain concealed.
Generations of lies.
Perhaps the current pandemic is the universe’s way of suggesting we all take a look.
A response to the immense pain our society covet.
