Read Poem: Untitled and Unmastered, by Samuel D. Ibrahim

The walls around me fell to the ground;

A decade before I heard the words, “lock down;”

That exposed every fear that’s ever been passed down;

From my first ancestor that was first locked down;

Scared that his bloodline won’t escape from being bound;

Frightened that the joy he knew won’t come back around;

So when I hear that the pandemic makes you frown;

And your movements are restricted because danger’s all around;

I’m indifferent.

Because nothing’s different;

Welcome to the hell that I’ve been stuck in;

Where every move that you make feels unlucky;

And I don’t trust you because I don’t trust me;

Welcome to version of life that I see.

Where every day is a quest to be free.

Author: poetryfest

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