(Pandemic in Los Angeles: Day 88)
I know. It’s not fair. It’s been more than three months since everything up and changed. And since then, nothing has changed. Everything is still a mess. Home is stressful.
I know. Even if someone says otherwise, still feels like there’s nowhere else to go. Even when we step out, everything is weird. Strangers are stranger. It’s not fun anymore.
I know. The pupuserias are not the same. The panaderias take forever to get into. The burger joints aren’t even there anymore. Pockets don’t have enough to get much anyway.
I know. You didn’t get to say goodbye to your friends. Everyone knew this was the last year you’d get to see each other. Now everyone is fighting. Everyone online is just going at each other.
I know. Summer’s coming up and there’s no pool at the house. No AC. Not enough fans. All the sockets are taken.
I know. Family is stressful. Everyone says the same about how we’ll get through this. Doesn’t feel like we’re getting through.
And I know. It can’t be long before some more riots pop off. Cops killing Black people. Whites got no love. How are you supposed to walk around when they can get you any minute. Racism’s worse than corona.
I know. Everyone online is just stressing. And if there’s just one more argument–
I know. It’s not fair. Everyone is scared. It’s no love. Can’t get any love.
I know. It’s like a war that’s coming. It’s dirty. But rules are rules. If they hate us, gotta hate back.
I know. It feels this way. And I know it feels like it just stays this way.
I know it’s not a time for promises. But this is not a promise.
This is just to let you know that through it all, you’re still heard, still seen, and still the future.
To let you know that you got every right to be mad, like from the top of your lungs, ready to let it all out. We’re mad with you. We’re tired of the same old story too.
But I know that you know. That if it’s another day we get, we gotta take it.
So we raise it.
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