Normalcy doesn’t sound normal these days Rest doesn’t sound restful these days Hope doesn’t sound hopeful these days And I wish they did anyway
I wish writing, making art, learning an instrument, cooking, playing games, short naps, or social media Was enough to make us forget about Restless civilizations These days Heartless politicians These days Senseless discrimination These days The failures of the system These days
I sit with my heart on my hand These days Comprehending nothing at all These days While chaos all around us ensues These days And months seem to go by as quickly as they can Yet nothing seems to change Hunger is still hunger Sick is still sick Desperation is still desperation These days
And yet we’ve just realized These days How much we valued other days And there’s no longer any returning to Those days Cause if it took us a pandemic to realize How much we’ve failed those who needed us the most On days We’ve looked past reality Just to see what we wanted to see And believe what we wanted to believe in That we chose right That we’d never be able to fear going out Since we’ve kept ourselves into our social bubbles That kept us from seeing That everyone else had always been suffering Before these days I’d rather have These days
So what is normalcy? What is rest? What is hope To those who couldn’t afford to have those in the first place?
But I’d like to think that we haven’t completely forgotten and lost Those days I’d like to think there will be better days Where we’ll finally be able to settle down all our differences And we’ll choose right And we’ll see that days Are not just days But everyday struggles for many to live In a world that hates living so much
So don't just wish these days Instead treasure these days And live these days And love these days And help these days So that others may be able to live their days too And not just you Today
(Another spoken word poem I rushed to submit)
Let's be there for each other, and let's get through this together.