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I wake up everyday to the sight of the New Normal Open my ears to the sounds of the news A black man killed before he could breathe A child bombed before he could eat And I think What is normal? What is rest? What is hope? 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, cooking, playing games, short naps, or social media Were 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 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 Racism is still racism War is still war Hate is still hate 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 inside 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 Those days I’d like to think there will be better days Where we’ll finally be able to settle down all our differences That we won’t differentiate black from white That we’ll finally know wrong from 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 help these days So that others may be able to live their days too And not just you Today.
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May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
These Days
I wake up everyday to the sight of the New Normal Open my ears to the sounds of the news A black man killed before he could breathe A child bombed before he could eat And I think What is normal? What is rest? What is hope? 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, cooking, playing games, short naps, or social media Were 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 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 Racism is still racism War is still war Hate is still hate 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 inside 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 Those days I’d like to think there will be better days Where we’ll finally be able to settle down all our differences That we won’t differentiate black from white That we’ll finally know wrong from 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 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. 05/16/2021 Revision 1
Vaampyrae
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May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
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