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what an odd maker of saints your halo brings death
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I am thankful here
Where I am, standing strong and firm It is here where I will grow my roots In the rich soil of gratefulness My hands may they sprout kindness May they be fruitful and plenty To help others plant their roots here No matter their ethnicity I found a home in the garden of healthcare So no matter the sun or rain or drought I'll embrace you with my heart open wide Because I'm a healthcare worker, and caring is what it is all about. Dear Police,
I’m a black young lady Will you shoot me If I walk the streets? Will you shoot me If I go shopping? Will you shoot me If I am driving? What did I do? What was the reason To kill my people? If I put my hands up And obey your orders Will you still shoot me? Even if I have a brush in my hand, Which is NOT a weapon? George Floyd Didn’t resist Just kept saying “I can’t breath!” Sandra Bland Sat in her car Was just driving All these people dying In the hands of the boys in blue. I don’t get it. Aren’t you guys here to protect us too?! Why is this happening? Again! Police brutality Was supposed to end. Riots and Protests Are just to Get our voice heard But you guys Just cover your ears Like our voices Doesn’t matter We cry And beg And plead for you to stop Killing the ones Who do not Deserve to die But why should we try If all you do And point a gun And shoot? Please Let us live Let us live freely. From the cries of a black young lady I've always wanted to stay home from school,
I'm required to now, because we're in the middle of a world-wide pandemic, Before this virus happened, I'd never even heard that word, I guess you could say I'm not much of an academic. Now, the entire world is suffering from COVID-19, People are staying home all over H-town, We've all been asked to self-quarantine, To stay safe during our global lock-down. We're all having to cover our faces with masks, We're all now constantly washing our hands, The government sent out stimulus checks, To help families with financial demands. Extracurricular activities have all stopped, There's no theater or sports of any type, So, instead of swimming during swim team practices, I'm doing push-ups and running in place using Skype. My parents now work from home, They sit all day on conferences and Zoom meetings, Everyone in my family needs bigger clothes, Because of our scheduled and unscheduled eatings. Even though I like being home in my pajamas, I'm actually starting to get concerned about my grades, My parents are so busy with their own work, My hope of passing my classes, each day slowly fades. I've never been great at schoolwork, Now, I have to do everything online using my computer, I'm not allowed to be around anyone else, Not even my excellent, and very well-paid tutor. My mom says she doesn't know how to help me, Because my assignments are way above her, I'm simply getting so far behind now, That I'm worried there's no way for my grades to recover. So, if anyone wants my opinion, I'll tell them I'm not a fan of remote learning, I think online school doesn't work for me, In fact, I think I've done more unlearning than learning. I'm lucky that during this pandemic, I've been fortunate enough to have a great teacher, Who's helped me each and every time, I took the time to reach out and reach her. But, I'm ready for this virus to go away, Online school has caused me to feel so much dumber, I simply cannot wait for this year to end, I wonder how many more days it is until summer! By Tiffani Jaqua Counselor, The Woodlands High School  Hope in the Time of Covid-19
Mixed media collage 48x48 https://www.geraldinawise.com/post/hope-coronavirus-2020 at last we are proved to be human
oh impervious self you're eating crow now you hid within your social media suit of armor until even that couldn't protect you the test is true and unexpected see how long you can get along with yourself Netflix and Facebook groups and something called ZOOM little umbilicals to the mother ship small smoke signals to the tribe to tell them what you had for lunch to lounge quarterback the plays the big dogs make--tell them where they screwed up spread gossip's gospel about how you're impervious if you drank from a water hose as a child, tell others they look stupid in their masks...though you don't leave the house, not because you're afraid...it's just what you prefer to do HEB's just made a delivery crow is somewhat more palatable with beer My list: my son smelling the flowers, my husband doing all the grocery shopping for us, the breeze gentle on my face, my son’s constant curiosity, my ability to work from home and still get paid, a spontaneous Face Time with a friend I needed to catch up with, our house that holds our lives, the work-out DVD that keeps me active and ramping up my immune system just in case, my son using toy maracas as weights to do the workout after me, the fact that we have toilet paper despite hoarders, the squirrels scurrying up and down trees in our backyard, the smile and wave of the garbage man who drove by during our walk this morning, knowing my parents are safe even though it breaks my heart not to give them a hug in person, the Talenti gelato my husband bought me, the books that allow me to escape the Coronavirus chaos (including yours!) if only for a little bit, my son singing lullabies to me and himself because allergies have temporarily stolen my voice, my siblings who have kept in touch from afar, my adorable almost-four-month-old nephew who is healthy and growing every day, the retail workers who make it possible to keep up with groceries, a movie night at home with my husband, the opportunity to reflect on all these amazing things when anxiety about the unknown blinds me to them. #HOUShelterInHope
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