The walls around me fell to the ground;
A decade before I heard the words, “lock down;”
That exposed every fear that’s ever been passed down;
From my first ancestor that was first locked down;
Scared that his bloodline won’t escape from being bound;
Frightened that the joy he knew won’t come back around;
So when I hear that the pandemic makes you frown;
And your movements are restricted because danger’s all around;
I’m indifferent.
Because nothing’s different;
Welcome to the hell that I’ve been stuck in;
Where every move that you make feels unlucky;
And I don’t trust you because I don’t trust me;
Welcome to version of life that I see.
Where every day is a quest to be free.
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