by Kishari McGlory

Q is for the quiet place I cannot seem to find.

        The longer I’m trapped in my house, I’m trapped inside my mind.

U is for the unity we’re lacking in this time.

        We all blame Donald Trump, like he’s the source of racial crimes!

A is for the alcohol consumed with every day.

         A tab that’s much too high, my iron liver has to pay.

R for all the reasons 2020 is a mess.

A is for amnesia, all black lives lost we’ll soon forget.

N for all the niggas I’ve been called just as of late.

       A house nigga, a dumb nigga, and a nigga by mistake.

T tells of the trials we’re all fighting in the blind.

I is for the intimacy I know I’ll never find.

N is for another night that seems to last forever.

        A lonely widow or single mother who’s tasked with keeping it together.

E is for every day I pray to wake up from this dream.

            Illusive sights, or so it seems.          

The world is stuck in QUARANTINE!