BY GLORIA O’KOYEE
Listen up!
Gather around!!
There is ‘No movement’
Again they say.
After all the hassle
Time has been wasting away.
“Your time is valuable”
“They got all the time while you got
Obligations and a life!”
“It’s your time that should be prioritized”
“They’ll be here, as their age trickling
Away from what they have done!”
Maybe they felt sorry for the commute
Just to be turned away.
Maybe it’s inner politics
So, they are playing mind games.
But things happen tho
It is within the belly of the beast.
But the melanin within the DNA
Screams,
Hinting racial tension
Because the BIPOC population is lacking
Cultural richness within the range.
Infamous for gaslighting,
The same plays and sayings never
Changed.
Maybe the chaplain route would help,
Not only spiritual for one’s own sanity
Sakes.
Would it be different if services and love
Were provided for just staff?
Would the code blues be green lights
Instead?
So many questions pop up
As the clock ticks,
Waiting for a different answer
Yet turns in vain once again.
Does the other side know what happens?
Do they think that the outside had
Abandoned them?
Would a kindhearted person let them
Know what happens,
Seeing past the conviction and seeing
How punitive damages the inner human
Emotions?
Will my eyes ever see those familiar faces,
Hear their laughter again?
Or would the shivers down the spine
While being interrogated.
Being asked what happened for the last few weeks?
Being asked if they were forgotten?
Will never forget that someone suggested
To write how it feels.
How these lockdowns affect the ones
Trying to see the people
Through the lens of the other side of
The field.
