Chapter 2
Covid-19 Shut Us Down
Danielle Miller
Locked up. Duuuuvvvallll!
Beaches. Closed.
No sun. No sand.
Just these four walls.
But Bleach, YES! Just a sip.
RBG RIP.
No toilet paper.
No dining in.
No guitars, no banjos.
Just the sounds of No Justice! No Peace!
Ring through the streets
as the glass shattered
As the bullets shot up the bed
As a pick up truck chased a jogger
Silence is Compliance!
No more knees on necks.
No more bullets in the back.
Hands Up. Don’t Shoot.
“I am talking” MAN.
The line for the food pantry wraps around 4 city blocks.
Where is my PPE?
