There was a dead end sign at that moment I peered into our future
We tried to give space Then that choice was taken away One more chance to prove we can survive locked down together
So we took my family land We tilled that soil Built distractions Illusions and dreams
The peppers and tomatoes that I now harvest I prepare them alone The nightshades the itch now taint my tears and pink-stain my cheeks where they have streamed