Sleeping in the living room isn’t so bad. All of grandma’s pictures hang on the wall opposite of the bed. I see them at night and remember when I used to panic when sleeping here. I guess I’m not scared of her anymore or maybe I am actually growing up, or is it the music that’s keeping my mind off my fears? She would’ve been panicking right now if she were alive, instead grandpa remains in his room with his candle lit up for her. He uses the house phone to call my mom’s cell phone even though they are in the same apartment so they can speak. He checks in on her, I hope he continues to do that after she recovers from this. 

I started another drawing. The music, the drawing, The Sims 4 and rewatching Grey’s is keeping me sane. I can’t wait for everything to come back to normal.

All this time at home made me want to do some search on the origin of COVID-19 and why we are quarantined. The source of the coronavirus is unclear. Many people believe it came from Bats, and other people think it might have come from other animals. Some people even think it’s a curse from a higher power for the mistreatment of animals, since they are not affected by said virus. To your right is an image of Dr. Li Wenliang, an Ophthalmologist in Wuhan. This is the doctor who identified the coronavirus, before it was an outbreak. In December of 2019, he went to his hospital with respiratory problems. He was showing symptoms of something that we didn’t know anything about. He warned Wuhan and the Chinese government of a possible new virus, but they shut him down. The police silenced him, made him admit that he was lying about the virus, to not cause an uproar between the civilians. Wenliang passed away on February 7, 2020, at just 33 years old. He was among 12 other medics who passed away. After his death, he was recognized as a martyr. The drawing shows a picture he took, but a little different. It shows the barbed wire covering his mouth, prohibiting him from talking and warning people of what’s to come. On Saturday, April 4, 2020, the Chinese government honored him with three minutes of silence. I wonder if the police and the Chinese government took Wenliang’s warning seriously, the virus could have been under more control, and fewer lives would be lost. Everyone needs to know his name and his story: Dr. Li Wenliang, everybody. 

Beautiful yet tragically short. This week I felt interest in drawing my own version of the Powerpuff Girls. This is Kiki, a representation of the Sakura.

She represents how quickly life can change in a second. The visual example of Now.

Then as I’m writing a part of this entry, my father calls me from the kitchen asking me “can you eat these grapes so that they don’t go to waste.” My dad has also gotten better after this week. He’s mostly the person that goes outside and gets all of the food and other resources from outside, a bit of a side-effect from this is that he’s acting like a clean freak. Near the front door there is a can of lysol and spraying me, my mom, and himself every time we come back home. He also sprays it around the wall so when I was going to turn off the lights I put my hands on the switch and felt a very slimy liquid on the wall. As soon as my mouth was ready to ask my dad what was on the wall, he told me “Ohh yeah, I used the spray on the wall.” He also seems content with cooking in place of my mom, and he loves to brag about it. He makes “mangu de platano allmarilo” and I hate to make his cooking seem bad, but he puts way too much oil in it. At times, it seems like just by eating a piece of it creates like 3 pimples in my back, so I hold off on eating it. All and all, he seems to be happy even with his current situation. 

As for myself homework is going smoothly, I’m mostly getting my work done on time for all of my classes. However, I feel deep down there is something wrong with me mentally. I’m even though I'm trying to get all of my work done, it's far-cry from the way I normally take classes in 11th grade, where I’m enthusiastic to complete it as soon as I go home, how I get my work done in time, and organized. I have a clear track in my mind, I understand everything that goes on internally as well as externally. But seemingly after the second semester, my mind is in shambles, whenever I’m in class I feel like half of my mind is paying attention and the other half is asleep, I feel more mentally fatigued when I come across work, and lose any sense of motivation or drive for my work and this quarantine isn’t helping me with this. I know that part of this might be a case of senioritis, but something about this doesn’t feel right. Part of me really cares about school and wants to finish up strong but something in my head is stopping me from doing it, like the one part of my head wants to figure out what is going on in the metaphorical house but the other part of my head is preventing me from figuring it out. I really want to figure this out before June so that I can be like myself again otherwise my head feels like my head is a battlefield for class warfare.  

Shocked at the fact that school is closed until April 20th. My phone blows up with notifications from family, friends, and teachers. I get a specific text from Bluestone telling us the news that PSAL has cancelled our season until further notice. Tells the seniors that he’s proud of our growth and it’s been great having us play for him. As tears run down my face, I cannot think straight, I couldn’t believe that the season could be really over. Not being able to start our season, Images from the past playing with the current seniors ran through my head like the speed of light. I couldn’t believe that all these years leading up to the big senior year would be cut short.  

About a week ago my family and I were hangin’ out in the living room watching the news when something popped up on the TV screen. It said something along the lines of “Vaccine could take 6 months to be found”. When I heard this it was a weird realization because I knew my senior year was basically over. Those last few moments adults remember from senior year may not be like ours. Instead we would have to practice social distancing. I wonder how this will impact our mental health always being at home considering that humans are social creatures. 

It’s like a cage, or something is blocking my mind from being free, there’s a peaceful mental state in the middle, and the outer is where I am right now, I’m trying to get into my calm state but I can't. This quarantine has gone on for too long, and I'm already tired of being home. Family issues bring me down a lot because they keep me under stress like ball & chains. 

He didn’t look okay, he and his father didn’t talk a lot due to past incidents but they still communicated like father and son. However, He looked hurt, is still his father and some blood hurts. Now, now he has to show the most, show his mother and his sister that things are going to be okay. Hopefully.

“Madeline, lávate las manos antes de saludarnos por favor,” those were the first words I heard when walking through the doors of my house. I never expected that this was what I was going to hear when walking through those doors, especially not the words I would hear coming out of my mother’s mouth. This wasn’t something I was used to, much when in my culture the first thing you do when walking through those doors is ask for tus bendiciones from those around you. I had spent the weekend in Yonkers, I hadn’t seen my mother in a few days now which meant I haven’t even gotten my blessings from her either.

Blessings. These are patterns, these are actions you get used to without even realizing but with the development in self care there has been a decrease in the interaction in our household but at the same time it has brought us together. I have been instructed by family ever since I could remember to look after myself but now I’m not alone, they’re trying to look out for me as well. While walking into the bathroom to wash my hands I heard my mother’s voice, “Yo prefiero tener ese virus antes que mis dos hijas,” she’s worried for all of us. I stood in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror before washing my hands, how did this happen to us? This was supposed to be my year, our year. What did we do to deserve this unexpected outbreak?

I know it feels like you can’t find a place in your own shoes 

Being trapped everyday in your own room 

Not being able to go out feeling fragile like a glass case with one truth 

Once it breaks there’s no more use 

Almost feeling laced just a little bit more confused

But yet although this feel like the day is being put on repeat 

 

we can handle this in a heart beat 

And that’s because we are surviving the world being set ablaze 

We are surviving the fear of recession with an economy that’s ready to shake 

Realistically 

We can survive anything that’s put on our plate

And I’m sorry if any body gets offended 

but son we’ve survived our highschool career with an ignorant 🤬 president 

And if we survived him god knows that represents our own strength 

So yes it’s a confusing and a difficult time 

People are losing brother and sisters mothers and father sons and daughters  

Lives are being lost, man bless them and the people still fighting 

Bless the people still crying 

Bless the people living their life or at least  still trying 

But although so much is happening that we’re getting taken by storm this will past 

 

we know we’re strong enough to survive this time of uncertainty 

We know we going back to our regular lives or as close as we can be  

And if we’re lucky we’ll get out of this sooner then we know or at least hopefully 

But regardless 

 even  without school we still out here and we need eachother so although we’re spread apart realize we need the unity 

that comes from being Washington heights #1 community 

The wolf pack

Home Away, Home Ever

A place to feel safe and wanted.

 A place to rest my mind and heart.

A place to make myself a new.

I will normally be happy to be in a safe place

 somewhere deep inside me i feel there needs to be more

It's such a weird feeling wanting to go outside and the see the world 

Having to stay inside everyday away from the outside world. Feeling a sense of isolationStress from too much work

Wondering when I'll see my friends again Wondering if these events were supposed to happen. Was the reason of this to learn independence 

Or to understand how it feels to truly feel helpless.

Not being able to see the trees and flowers.

Hearing the calmness of the sea and feeling the wind in my face.

Giving me time to think about the choice I made and the dreams I have. 

Remembering the times we spend together

The connections we made with one another.  

Keeping myself hopeful and alive

Until we see each other again.

I can feel the jitters run through my body today. Tomorrow I officially turn 19 years old. I’m almost at the start of my adulthood. I remember like it was yesterday when I was 16 and hanging out with my friends back in Sophomore Year. Time surely flies!

Sadly, not much will be done, not like it has been this past birthdays, all because of the pandemic, but at least I could give myself a “self care quality time” to just enjoy my special day. I would probably play some video games, while I wait for March to roll up and hopefully this situation dies down, since there’s a game I’m waiting to play so badly but I can’t have it on my hands yet. 

I’ve had thoughts going around my head about my future. What I’ll do, how and the decisions I’ll take as an adult person. Would I finally decide if I’ll go to college? Will I move out? Will I pursue this career or this one? There’s endless possibilities and paths for me to choose. I know I’m young and still have a lot to live, but I also want to have a plan in mind to follow (and knowing me, maybe some backup ones too).

It’s funny, I’m feeling a little melancholic realizing I’m at adulthood’s doorstep. I will miss my teenage years, but they will help me realize and reflectionate of this past decade of my lifetime that I’ll leave behind. It’s like closing the cover of a book, the end of an arc. 

But as scary as it sounds, I’m ready to open the next tome and start a new read once again...

    Today I sit here listening  to “I’d rather go blind” by Etta James. She sounds hurt and passionate about what she is saying. I too feel hurt yet I must continue to do what’s necessary to be okay. Music is what is keeping me sane right now and I’ve never been more grateful for these lovely artists. The way that each lyric delivers a sense of emotion is what I dream to do, but with my instrument. I’ve been practicing “Almost cried” by Duke Ellington. Every time I play it, it’s like I’m in a different world. My World. Full of musicians, happiness, and notes. Most importantly the art of music itself is in My World. It’s who I am and who I’ll continue to be through this pandemic we are all facing. 

In this moment, I have mixed emotions throughout this entire situation we as a whole are facing because we weren’t prepared as we should have been. Seeing how many cases are skyrocketing on a daily basis worries me because we don’t know exactly how many people will be affected by COVID-19 by the end of the week. Never did I think that our last couple of months as seniors was going to be like this, these are months which most of us are finally deciding where we want to go after high school or just spend time with everyone. Most of us have known each other since 6th grade and to think about it that in our 12th grade year, we would not be able to spend it together. 

As the days progress, I am able to grasp on the concept that everything happens for a reason and that no matter what happens I have to see it on the brighter side. This is what’s best for us in the moment, because we have to ensure that everyone is not being affected by this and can go on with their daily lives. I’ve begun to understand that our health should always come first because if we aren’t healthy, then we won’t be able to keep moving on with our lives. Many of us have goals/aspirations which we want to achieve by a certain time, but if health is affected then it is likely that we will have to postpone everything in order to take time and care for our own bodies. 

I know that we will get the chance to hear “Congratulations class of 2020” because this is just a storm which will pass and we will get a sunny day. We can’t let situations like these dictate our future and the way we react, we should take this as a lesson on the way we manage our hygiene in order to prevent problems like these from occurring. 

   It’s been about 2 weeks since I’ve last seen outside. As much as I want to go outside,  I know it’s for the better that I stay inside. Everyday I think more and more if my mom is going to be ok. I stay up till almost 6 everyday just so I can kiss my mom goodbye as she goes to work.Today as I woke up my thoughts were different, my grandpa's birthday just passed. 🤬 he’s 94 and I couldn’t even spend his birthday with him like we do every year. At least we got to sing him happy birthday through the phone.  I guess that’s a good outcome. I don’t know when this is going to end or how long it’s going to take before everything will become normal again, but I hope it’s soon. I hope my mom doesn’t have to wake up scared to go to work anymore. I just want everything to turn out for the better instead of turn out for the worst.

Just hearing how the situation is affecting my parents home country is devastating. It is being said that many people are unable to have their loved ones buried in the cemetery due to this virus. They will have to be cremated to avoid the spread of it.

This didn’t make sense to me. I felt angry at the fact that they weren’t able to properly say goodbye to them with a funeral. I then thought of my grandfather, although he was able to get buried I thought of how hard it must have been for my dad to not go and say his last goodbye. Instead we all had to witness it through a video call. He did not pass away due to the virus but because he was very delicate and couldn’t deal with it anymore.

I understood the pain that people felt of losing a loved one.

Not due to the virus but it still hurt.

“Pasame el control.” My sister passes it to me and I immediately turn off the tv.

I get up and begin to do what I do best.

Make my family smile.

I begin to talk in Spanish about all the funny moments that have happened to me and one by one we go around and begin to laugh.

Laughing, light, joy. 

This is what my family was missing a smile on their face, I never really noticed how much I missed spending time with them together.

This...this reminds me of what I'm working towards and my inspiration.

My family of 5.

Will we start being cleaner? 

Washing our hands every few minutes? 

Will the buses and trains be cleaned frequently?

Will there be fewer handshakes? 

And fewer hugs?

Will we wipe everything down before using them? 

Every chair?

Every table?

And every doorknob?

Will people be cautious of other people being too close to them?

Will people stop to say hi to their neighbors?

Check up on them?

Sing with them from their windows?

Will people continue to wear face masks?

Will factories go back to burning and releasing fossil fuel into the air?

Or oil into the oceans, rivers, and seas?

Will people be aware of being in crowded places?

Will we be more cautious when we cough?

Or sneeze?

Will people be more appreciative of doctors, and nurses, and scientists, and medical personnel?

Will people be more appreciative of first responders?

Pharmacy workers?

Grocery workers?

Journalists?

Mail carriers?

Will there be less soil pollution?

Light pollution?

Noise pollution?

Will we be more appreciative of our friends and families, and of quality time and how we choose to spend it?

Or will we go back to the way things were

because...

I am living the Rapunzel life right now. 

Trapped inside. Without going outside once.

What already feels like months has only been one week in quarantine. 

My cat Ari has been a company to me. I enjoy spending time with him a lot. The scratches all over my arms prove it. 

My cat is used to being all alone in my house, while I’m at school and my family at work. I always wondered what it must feel like to be alone for half of the day, everyday, does he not feel isolated, lonely, tired? Well now I understand exactly how it feels. This coronavirus epidemic seems like a big deal to me. If it wasn’t so serious, why does it keep spreading and the death rates increase more and more??

All there is on the TV are the news. From Trump making a speech, to the Governor Cuomo telling us to stay calm. Ive felt sluggish and crappy staying at home 24/7. Now imagine that plus having to sit all day doing online work! 

Ari, come and distract me and take me away from all of this stress!

To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;

To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,

To feel the joy that swells within;

To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,

And know the warmth of a clear spring sky;

Then back to earth at the end of a day,

Released from the tensions which melted away.

Should my end come while I am in flight,

Whether brightest day or darkest night;

Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,

Secure in the knowledge thta I’d do it again;

For each of us is created to die,

And within me I know,

I was born to fly.

-Gary Claud Stokar

This poem captures everything I love about aviation. From a 4 year old kid until now I have always known this was my calling. I can't see myself doing anything else in this life than flying planes. My biggest fear in life has always been looking back on my life 50 or 60 years from now and having any regrets. My one piece of advice to the Class Of 2020 is DON'T SPEND YOUR LIFE LIVING ON SOMEDAY ISLE. I live by this because I see many people in my life who have goals and aspirations but never take the time to make those dreams a reality. It's sad to see the older generation talk about things they wanted to accomplish in their life but never did, If I were to not pursue this career path I'd never be able to be at peace with myself once my time comes to exit this Earth. Many people ask me if I'm not scared of the thought that I could potentially lose my life flying, but my answer's always the same. I have faith in the knowledge I possess about my craft and if I were to die, at least I would be doing the one thing that I've dreamed of my entire life.

I've seen this exact situation  happen all too often to the industry I love over the past 20 years. As a new global disaster strikes the world, the airlines take a massive hit. The coronavirus has me thinking about the effects this will have on my career in the future. Tomorrow is not promised for many pilots just like it hasn't been in the past. We have a massive pilot shortage and this pandemic is making it worse due to the amount of pilots sitting on the sidelines. I pray better days are ahead specially for young kids like me who grew up in awe at what they saw every time they went to the airport and saw planes landing and taking off. I will keep fighting for my dreams even with this pandemic because I won't allow myself to LIVE ON SOMEDAY ISLE.
4/20/2020

I forgive you WHEELS.  I forgive you now and forever. I forgive you your routine, your useless gym classes, your boring class periods we had to sit through, your awkward crew periods where no one participated, and your uniform. 

All is forgiven if only you return: having to wake up at 7 am, having to wait for the bus to not get a seat half the time, being catcalled on the streets every time I looked nice, the crackheads around 181st street, and club meetings during lunch.

Only come back and all is pardoned: the Socratic seminars, oral presentations, endless projects, annoying kids, and even Mr Lenzner’s speeches.

Please, do not be proud. I know, we cursed you relentlessly. Forgive us, as I forgive you. We did not anticipate the silence, the loneliness that fell upon all of us being locked at home, our community members getting sick, losing loved ones, being unable to see friends and family, not having prom, being overwhelmed with remote learning, virtual crew and community meeting. We took you too much for granted. Yes, forgive us for not giving daily praise for the blessing that is WHEELS.

I know I did not thank you enough for those student government parties, the gatherings by Rocco’s desk between each period, the lunches with the board, tea sessions with Carl, playing games in Mr Lau’s room after school, the conversations with Mr. Espin, Dr Fox’s bars, the various trips and memorable bus rides that we spent singing at the top of our lungs to bad songs, the college march, the jokes about dropping out and not going to college to annoy Rocco, and seeing you and thinking this is family, for welcoming me and allowing me be myself.

Being a WHEELS student I was in a hurry, I wanted to graduate and go off to college. You get that. Please forgive me. Please forgive us all. I'll throw in the gym classes. Forgive you for everyone of those useless classes. Just come back, just return, please. I know we can make a deal.

(An Emulation of Roger Cohen's "Come Back, New York, All is Forgiven)

We’ve stopped trips, dropped weddings, delayed proms, cut graduations.

We’ve missed opportunities and chances; second ones too.

 

We’ve lost jobs, stability, and hope.

We’ve been discouraged, struggled, and starved.

We’ve separated from our loved ones,

felt anxious, scared and alone.

We’ve lost people, too.

 

Hopefully, years from now, when we’re old and gray, we will be able to look back and think of this time as a little blip on an otherwise happy life.

 

Right now, we have every reason to be sad.

Quarantine has given me a lot of time to think about the things that have occurred throughout the last couple of months. I sometimes sit in bed at 3 in the morning and think wow, I really did that. “That” being getting accepted into my top choice school, which had its most selective admissions process to date. Not only that, but I also found out that only 110 students were accepted into the nursing program, which is #27 in the country, and I was one of those 110 students. Although it may sound like I’m bragging, I am not. College never seemed like a reality for me, even as we had been visiting different colleges and universities throughout our years at WHEELS. I say this because no one I had ever known had a secondary education, which led to me not thinking much about it being a possibility for me. So knowing that all of my hard work has landed me in the spot that I am in today, feels really good. 

However, our current situation has put the hard work I have put in all these years in jeopardy. No one knows what will happen in these upcoming months, and so typically, with uncertainty comes fear. I have been attending webinars to get as much information on BC as possible since I cannot go on campus anytime soon, but it just doesn't feel the same. The hype that comes with the following months after getting accepted into college is not there. I can’t hug my friends after getting told where they are going to be spending the next four years. I can’t personally meet those that will be my peers and mentors over the next four years. Most of all, I can’t be sure that I can show up on campus in August and make the best out of my first year in the next chapter of my life. All the traditions that come with being a freshman at BC, like going to football games, freshman convocation, etc. are in danger of not happening. I have begun thinking of the possibility that my first semester, even my second, will be online, or what we like to call Zoom University. All of these webinars that have taken place on Zoom feel like they are getting me used to using an app that very well can be my mode of communication with those I would have been able to meet in person. 

But it does. In all honesty, I don't know how I am going to be able to adjust to college if our first semester is going to be online. I have even been getting to know a girl who could possibly be my college roommate, but I get discouraged every time by the thoughts in my head. Why am I forming relationships if I probably won’t get to meet people until 2021? How is it possible that I may feel like a freshman as a sophomore? Either way, the only thing we can do now is wait….

Little by little the class of 2020 is coming to an end, no more school work to worry about, no more having to stress work, of course only having to worry about passages. I don’t know about other kids but I am happy to be finishing school and getting my diploma. The other half of me is going to miss high school very much. It was a long and fast 4 years. I can’t wait to start a new adventure in college and open a new chapter in my life.

Mask on “check”

Gloves on “check”

Hand Sanitizer in bag “check”

I said to myself Saturday 4/2, it was the first day in a long time I was finally stepping outside my house. I was nervous, you can tell. “Mami esta caliente?” (Mom is it hot?) “Si demasiado” (Yes too hot). I walked back and forth looking in the closet, I knew I should take a sweater but didn’t know which one. 

Nike shirt, black leggings, black Nikes, and a jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was ready, excited, and nervous all in one. All I could think was how nice it would feel outside once I saw people for the first time in a long time and once I got sun. 

I finally walked outside all protected and ready. I felt like the whole world was staring at me, and as if they knew it had been this long.  I started walking, keeping my distance from people and I had never felt so anxious and excited all at the same time. 

That was supposed to be me when I graduated, anxious and excited all in one. Wow, this was really the only year I had been waiting for because it was the only year I was really excited about. Oh well, what can I do? They announced school closing for the rest of the school year, well “I saw that coming” I said to myself when I heard it in the news.

There was no way we were going to have to practice social distancing and go to school at the same time. The last time I heard my 7:15 am alarm was 3/12 and if I knew it would’ve been the last time I would’ve been a little bit more excited about actually going out. 

I’ve been looking at my calendar and weather app constantly these past few days. I like going outside, and as long as I know what I am doing, and as long as I am protected, keeping my distance everything will be good. 

I’ve been home this whole time but i feel stuck in prison in my own mind and house not able to go out so I ask my parents if I can go out they tell me not to go but it is one thing that I just need to do if not I won't be able to stay stuck at home. 

I go to the store to get some food that my parents need, but I wait in line to prevent overflow in the store.  I was there to get some bread that I needed for my family when I encountered a  man there holding the last pack.  He looked around and we both saw each other -  him packed up with food in his basket, he looked and put it back and walked but not without giving me a stare that I won't forget.  

The world's harshness and torment 

Fills him with rage 

The mere thought of being in isolation 

Makes him burst into hyperventilation

A panic that can only be described 

As frantic and tragic

The lion feels confused 

For he was told that being separated 

From his normal life and put

In this cage would improve 

The dark and cold world surrounding his way

But he sees this was a lie

And from the inside he can 

See all of them get hit and die 

Bodies dropping like flies 

He has lost all courage and desire 

To see the outside of his cage 

Again

So he stays inside wondering when the world

Around him will reside 

Living his normal hectic life, expressing his gripes 

And happy during times of hype

Oh man this lion sure misses his life

His real life 

“Madeline ponte a fregar cuando termines de comer,” that has been my routine for the past month since being quarantined. Chores, Chores, Chores. That’s the only word I hear going around the house, that’s the only word I will know until I’m able to go outside. Cleaning has always been a way for me to relax and not pay mind to the things surrounding me which seem to affect me. I have always been what people seem to call a “homebody,” I don’t do much except stay at home and look after my sister. I’ve become accustomed to staying at home and not going outside for a period of time but this is something new to me. 

Staying at home without being able to relax outside. That’s like a new language to me, I’m used to staying at home but never like this. I haven’t gone outside for a month with how anxious I get, I’ve become scared of what the world outside of my own household can do to me. The only human contact I get is inside my house, the only fresh air I ever get is the one that comes through my bedroom window--I’m not allowed to leave my house under any circumstances according to my grandmother. I’m not someone that goes against anything that’s said in the house but I’m the only one that’s not allowed to step out and at least get some air.

I’ve been feeling left out, but I can’t judge the judgement of those who are trying to look out for me even if I do feel like I need to go out. The furthest I’ve gotten to the outside door is looking out from the other side of the building door, I can’t do much except wait until this is all over which is hopefully soon. Chores, Chores, Chores. That will be my only choice until this pandemic comes to an end. 

I aspire to be as free spirited and care free,

To let my worries go and my problems be,

To dance around the flames at night

To have no restrictions, no limits, no boundaries

To have no fear, no doubt, and still be a masterpiece

I aspire to have transformations and self growth,

To live like a butterfly - that is my oath.

I can’t help but ponder 

Over the lives of women in the 1920s

My time today

I think of endless possibilities 

And what’s to come next

I’d like to convince I’m being prepared for dark days

I’ll get to talk about this, yeah I got through it

Those women were breaking normalities 

Announcing their triumphs because it allowed a step towards impartiality

Some more than others are galloping the waters of fear

To some it is new to others old

For those women they were the new frontier 

I read somewhere off Instagram that Shakespeare began writing poetry in quarantine due to the Great Plague of London of 1593. Because of his start, in1606 he wrote plays such as Macbeth.   The post then asked “What will you create?” 

Well, quarantine has given me time to create art to get rid of the anxiety that comes with everything we are facing today. For the past three days, I have been creating a piece using colored pencils that has helped heal my anxiety and worries. 

Here is a piece I just named “Quarantine Things”

I’m worried about my loved one

You're protesting against the government to let you back outside

But you refuse to realize how many people have died 

Your selfishness shows your lack of concern, 

But you wouldn't care unless it becomes your turn

You want them to work to cater to your specified needs

But you won’t dare to do their good deeds 

You blame others and put a blind eye towards the disease

But take a look at what you’re doing, cause it's more than just the Chinese

Nobody was prepared for this, but that means nothing to you

You still demand things to go back to normal, but refuse to pull through

You still demand things to go back to normal, but refuse to see it with a clear eye view

So go back home and make yourself some beef stew

Cause this might take a while for a new dawn to debut