The corona virus panic has kept everyone inside, quarantining, and away from stores... Unless they desperately need a coffee, supplies, or a quick meal. They're grateful that the stores are open, but often don't think twice about the employees who keep the stores open for them. They’re grateful to be in a safe home, away from all the stress, while still being able to make money through working at home. There are people out there today who can’t afford that luxury. Every hour counts, whether or not its in a deadly pandemic.
A group of six teenagers went to the beach on a murky day after it had stormed. There were a few others at this time, as the crisp air made the water chillier than it already would be on a 40-degree day. Aside from the long beach, there was a strip mall of pizza shops, gift shops, restaurants, and stands selling classic summer novelties like popsicles and ice cream cones. It was like a ghost town; the only noise was from the rustling waves that rose higher and higher from the striking breeze. The workers didn’t bother to show up today. The only open place was a tiny shack between two gift shops that gave psychic readings.
Sorry, it's true. We're all a little racist. Racism isn't always the violent, vocal trash we see in the news. It can be low-key and within our own minds. It's normal to have our best interests in mind, but think about people who don't even have a voice. It's easy for us to say that life is pretty good when we're not getting attacked by police officers every day, supervised by employees when we're walking around in stores, or stopped from enjoying an afternoon walk. We often don't think about those people who need our thoughts the most.
This poem goes out to everyone who needs to love themself. It's always good to make sure your friends and family are happy. As one of my best friends says, it's good to have a lot of love for people. But at some point, you have to save some of that love for yourself. You have to be ok if you care too much, and not be hurt when the other person cares just enough.
I wrote this poem about a fear I always have. Deep down, I know it's not the worst thing in the world, but it's a big deal to me so it's important. When someone hurts you and breaks your heart, then moves on like nothing happened. It's paralyzing. Why? Because we don't love ourselves enough to realize that we don't need another person to flourish. I wrote this to show you and even myself that we can find our own worth someday. This heartbreak WILL go away.