A COVID-19 Poem
I’m not infected … yet. Yet, this disease, a dot measured in nano-meters, is clearly speaking to the world saying: “Normal Is Over.” I’m not infected . . . yet. Yet, nightmares of battered black men crawl into white women’s wombs. I’m not infected . . . yet. Yet, my social media brain feels like a melanoblastoma, bursting with the pain of too much abnormal information. It throbs and then hardens again.