Waiting for the pin to drop.

I am disturbed by the ease

“Kilmar Garcia abducted by I.C.E. …”

That I carry 

“Renee Good killed by I.C.E. …”

as I go on living my life

“Venezuelan president captured…”

I’m still clocking in and clocking out.

As our rights continue to erode 

“National Guard deployed in Washington, DC…”

As blood runs through the streets 

“Children taken from their homes in Chicago-“ 

As my neighbors get tear gassed 

“Blood. Pain. Disorientation. Here’s what protestors say…”

As my colleagues get killed

“ICU nurse Alex Pretti shot by ICE...”

My fragile sense of normalcy crumbles.

I can't continue.

We can’t be free, until we are all free. 

Waiting for my pin to drop. 

We can’t be free, until we are all free. 

Waiting for this to reach me.

We can’t be free, until we are all free.

There is no normalcy, we never had normalcy. 

We can’t be free, until we are all free.

We shouldn’t be comfortable. You need to be disturbed too.