2021- a year of improvement
A year of renewal
A year of hope
At least that’s what I thought it would be
Little did I know that it would turn out to be a sequel that was the horror of 2020
It began the afternoon of New Year’s Eve
When out of the blue imposed was a 12 a.m. curfew
Instead of bringing in the New Year drinking bottles of Deputy with my crew I was scrolling aimlessly through my phone with my face screw
Followed by the calamity of online school
A time of connection replaced with separation No meeting friends of new
Nor seeing ones who were there before
No slamming dominoes in the guild hall
Nor food runs down Warrens between classes
Instead my UWI days were filled with dry, scratchy eyes
From hours of staring into a laptop screen
Instead of the serenity of the Sidney Martin library
I had to work through my family barking at each other about chores left undone
And the clanging of wood and metal as my next door neighbour completed the renovations of his patio
But somehow Little by little
Bit by bit
I dragged myself to the finish line of the semester
Time for summer- a summer without the sweetest festival in the world
My heart, my soul, every fiber of my being craves to pop my Crop Over cherry Two years I’ve had to wait
How much longer must I remain a virgin?
And how much longer will this pandemic go on? I fear not knowing when it will end
I fear that I will catch it next
I fear never being in my man’s arms again
I fear having to spend another birthday drowning in loneliness I fear the uncertainty of it all
Fear has been the main theme of this sequel
2021- a year of fear
