Dispatches from Quarantine:
Young People on Covid-19

Quatern For A Quarantine

I heard a gunshot close last night,
People are getting crazier,
“Someone, please help me! Please! Please!”
I heard it from my quaint bathroom.

I ran out into my living room.
I heard a gunshot close last night,
My neighborhood, never trouble.
Never a fuss, or any crime.

I looked out the window, relief.
Six or seven cop cars around.
I heard a gunshot close last night,
I hoped for the man, anxiety built.

I loved my house, my community still.
But now I no longer feel safe.
Every sound sets me off now.
I heard a gunshot close last night.

ADDITIONAL NOTE:

Truthfully, it’s been scary where I live. Last night was the final straw. I had just finished taking a shower and I heard a shot, soon to be followed by cop cars and someone screaming for help. It was terrifying. So this is a poem about that experience and what my community feels like now.