my dreams are full of school hallways.
smiling faces,
school-free holidays,
fun races
outside to flex.
when our only worry was who was at the bases
and about seeing our “ex.”
but now we’re stuck at home,
worried about our future.
staring at our chromebooks,
we’re losing our culture,
staying in for those who can’t,
staring out at empty acres.
going on uncontrollable rants,
the only people we see are neighbors.
coronavirus,
COVID-19,
causing all the rush,
to keep clean.
destroying futures,
somehow healing the earth,
halting adventures.
in a new world
where food is considered treasure,
it’s like we’re in some dreamworld
where nothing is the same.
this was a piece that I recently entered in my school’s poetry slam thing, and I thought I’d post it on here just ’cause I could I guess 🙂
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