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The sad truth illuminated by COVID 19

Didn’t know? Where have you been?

Maybe in a reality with eyes wide closed,

Now opened by COVID 19.


Black is an underlying condition,

Good research will say it’s no lie,

That social injustice drowns our lungs,

And so we disproportionately die.


Black is an underlying condition,

No surprise that it makes us all sick,

As good health comes with true peace of mind,

And stress is its own pandemic.


Black is an underlying condition,

That strips white blood cells of their fight,

Legal protections by day, stricken away,

Immune systems weakened…

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Sybrina, through tear-filled red eyes, looked down at the water that pooled at her feet. It formed a stream that flowed endlessly. The water was strikingly clear, but had an innate morose hue. Sybrina was an empty vessel, filled only with loss, the loss of her son. Sybrina’s grief was amplified because in the eyes of many, her son’s life was not even worth a single tear. So Sybrina felt marginalized and abandoned. The weight of her pain left her numb and inanimate. Sybrina felt as though she was drifting, carried only by the winds of sorrow.

Then, in the…

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I’m the fifty-clap guy. I am that guy on Medium, your biggest cheerleader.

I’m the Olympics diving-judge whose score is thrown out for being too high. I don’t care. I am here to give you your flowers. All of them. I’m here to make up for the one-clap clappers. (But seriously, who gives one clap? Have you ever gone to a concert, or watched a performance and clapped once? Just once? In the history of time, have you ever done that? But I digress.)

So yes, I take ownership as a purveyor of “the fifty-claps”. I sink my finger into…


A conversation between two elderly cousins.

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Marvin and Viere

Marvin leaned over the kitchen counter, with his phone in “speaker mode” on full blast. Marvin was talking the ears off his eighty year old cousin Viere, who was five years his junior. Marvin lived in Philadelphia, and Viere lived in Washington DC, but the often conversed about their humble beginnings in Trinidad. Marvin had left their rural seaside town, Moruga, when he was 16 years old, and hardly ever went back. His cousin Viere moved away when she was 21, and maintained strong connections with her home town. …

I totally agree. In my poem, "Black is an Underlying Condition" I touched on this,

"Black is an underlying condition,

That pecks away at our souls,

Microaggressions and other transgressions,

Dehumanizing at levels untold."

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Alone in my shell, safe from the world,

Like living in hell on a cold concrete stone,

Time floats by at a slow eerie pace,

As I sing life’s song in this somber place.


Numb to emotions, the take us for rides,

After they peak, they surely must dive,

This gift from a God, divine and true,

Who gives us life and the air that we breathe,

And the sun that reflects on the seas of blue.


So those who love, laugh and live,

Are showered with gifts from heaven above,

But hiding nearby is sorrow and pain,

Dave Anthony

Intellectual Property Lawyer, Engineer, Story-Teller/Writer, Reader, Music Lover, Picture Watcher, Broke Father, Rich Daddy. Working on first novel.

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