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You’re infectious, don’t touch me lady, don’t want what you got;

Infected lady, you make me crazy, drive me out;

You’re teaching me a lot, bring out the worst out of some, the best out of others;

Separated close brothers, revealing the limited power of the dominant species, at the same time showing how much they do control;

Brought about meaningful conversations, turning lives upside down, with the aim to turn them right side up, putting things in their proper perspective;

I can hang with you internally and externally, while at the same time not wanting anything to do with you;

You’re only a vehicle to remind us of what’s important: life, family and health.

My faith, prayers is the vaccine, antidote for your poisonous venom.

You’re the thief that comes to kill, steal, and destroy, interfering with our accomplishments, economy, and welfare.

You have not diseased my body, nor my mind,

Your emanation is known for contamination.

Your seeds grew and multiplied in her body, and in our society,

You have poisoned the mind and souls of some,

They say your mother is a cobra snake who gave birth to you in China,

You’re a bacteria that has contaminated my world, invading our space,

Your doctrine has spread rapidly around the globe.

I’m not even trying to catch a contact,

You tried to make bitter the sweet flavors that my psyche has digested,

You tried to deplete the nutrients provided to me,

Telling me to call others walking time bombs, to see the bad in them;

Your villains have brought out our heroes,

Shelter in place has birthed new ideas,

You’re no challenge for the cheerleaders of my heart,

Equilibrium with values is critical,

Change entails excitement, and resistance,

Losing something only to gain another,

Realizing how far I’ve been fantasizing.

 
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Kenneth Moore

Kenneth Moore writes the following about himself: I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, to Kathy Robinson and Kenneth Moore, senior. I am African-American and the youngest of three boys. I’ll go to my youthful offender parole hearing in 2027. I am pleased to announce a new book by Kenneth Moore, which you can read or download for free at www.PrisonsFoundation.org. I had one of my poems published in a book entitled “Silent Screams: Poems from Uncharted Territory,” copyright by Dr. Unique Shaw-Smith.