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About the Coronavirus
We are all essential.
2020-06-12 - 2020-06-13
Dedicated to my black family members, friends, and neighbors. I see you. I hear you. I stand with you.
This is a stream-of-consciousness-esque poem that embodies the frustration I was feeling. People dying each day from COVID-19. Black individuals dying at the hands of the police. The realization that we cannot trust the government to make the right decisions to protect us.
It is a set of four poems on grief due to the pandemic.