• ajthewriter 5w

    Scrolling through this tragedy,
    Wearing masks so I can breathe,
    Everywhere, the same thing's happening
    So much pain that I can't grieve
    I feel the fury of my peers
    Riot through this quarantine
    I feel the aching of my fears
    Stabbing at the spine of me
    And then the urge to break this cycle
    And then the urge to take a stand
    And then the urge to raise a fist
    And then the strength to make demands
    A sudden glimpse of heritage
    The cure for struggle amidst this pain
    A place to put my focus on
    When every angle hurts the same

    The Focal Point × aj