LOCKDOWN
I wanted to stop
Take a minute out
But, we have all stopped
Every shop, gym, pub, club is locked
People are losing their livelihoods
People thinking I wish, I coulda, woulda, should
I cannot see a friend
I pray I get to see my ageing Granny again
I’m having nightmares
Actual visions
I feel like I have a Knee on my neck
‘’I can’t breathe’’
I may need a sec
Is the reaper coming for me?
Please, protect my friends and family,
as they go about their day and as they sleep
Worldwide, people losing loved ones and lives
UK, at our peak over a 1000 a night
This is not right
When this is over
I hope we all get to see the light
I hope when we look back,
we realize the NHS and all the Key workers deserve more than a weekly clap
For the sake of the Key workers and our children,
I hope Covid 19 leaves and does not come back
Dear Covid, please leave and do not come back
MY FIRST TIME
I closed my eyes
Rewind my mind
To that time
The first time
Innocent and pure
It felt so good against my lips
Taste buds tickled
It drips
A little bit of trickle
It seemed to grant every wish
Every ideology
Not at once but the feeling took control of me
Before I knew it I was drunk
My first time
My first ever glass of wine
SLEEP
I need you
But you don’t come easily
For others you are beautiful and free
To me you are a rare but sweet luxury
I adore you
I wish I could explore more of you
Maybe in you, see the future and the past
See faces that didn’t last
Go to places that I have never been
See things I have never seen
Maybe just dream
Hopefully, this is not just a dream
ONE HEART
One heart
Divided
Two paths
Now apart
Sunshine and rain equal rainbows at the start
Now we have thunderstorms and shattered cars
Pavements cracked
Everyone wearing winters hats
Umbrellas up
Sheltering from the storm
At home, wood fires, huddled on the sofa trying to keep warm
Knowing you and I again… will never be our norm
BLACK
Black is beautiful
Yet they say we’re ugly and cruel
Black is bold
Yet they say we’re aggressive
No help or handouts
Came on the wind rush
But they don’t want to hear our pain
Say it’s depressive
But they keep us in chains
No in-between
We don’t all look or act the same
Yet these constant comparisons are mean
Can’t keep us in chains
We must be heard we must be seen
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