Fatigued

Overwhelmed

Depressed

She took the weight of the world on her chest

It made it hard to breathe

She said I can’t breathe

In the midst of doing her best

Sunrise

Sunset

Sunrise

Sunset

As each day flew by 

she felt to cry, 

not knowing she could finish its test.

Trembled by reasons for the shouts of revolution down her block

Scenes of revolution where she'd frolic and stop.

As she marched with others

of tired sisters and brothers

Carrying pain that would hurt nonstop.

Carrying pain that would hurt nonstop

Carrying pain that would hurt nonstop

She had to be locked inside,

 pink walls, four sides, 

once a haven turned into a workshop

This space became easy

A room hard to produce proper effort, weekly

Everyday was a simulation 

With self-inflicting dissuasions

Something that wouldn’t last briefly 

Wished for a peaceful treaty 

to anything, a djinn or genie

That an understanding could be sought

Among battles with her mind she fought

Witness the passings of the human species

Life was put on hold

And had to adapt, she was told

Life altered quickly 

for the old, young, and the pickney

And through everything she tried to search for gold.

Forcing herself into this new mold

She shivered from its conformation, it was cold

But sought out radiation

Within this invasion 

No other choice but to fold

A lurking entity is what had the nerve

And the restrictions it demanded hurt

She learned to be thankful for breath

Because this thing was life or death

A challenge America failed to curve

2 Uncles given back to the earth

The pain it caused was it worth

Feeling stronger,

 feeling more numb?

A prerequisite for rebirth?

The weight of responsibilities was 2 tons of ore slapped to her back

That she’d carry for these 4 months

She mined this boulder on her back

With an axe to each stack, 

which seemed like too much to confront

When it came time to get to the heart of the stone,

She became a bird tired of flying

A babe tired of crying

A striver tired of trying

With a dash of compulsive lying

Mainly to herself

That she’s okay after all that’s happened for these 12 months

Therein lied this precious jewel in her hand, 

Beautiful but symbolic of something quite tortuous 

But she decided to wear it brazen upon her collar embolden, connected to golden links she did find

Maybe someone will recognize it’s value

So I give praise to someone who needs it

From a girl who’s troubles were seen through every body 

To those damaged by the vision 2020 has given to us