A sense of isolation
From being part of the majority,
People complained everyday
But we were together, weren’t we?
Crowded together, with many strangers,
Who drifted about aimlessly.
What did that mean?
We were all Prisoners in our own country,
We were all gasping for breath,
We were all branded the enemy.
This is so confusing,
Who are we, really?
Where are we left to go?
With questions They cannot answer,
Uncertainty is all we know.
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes