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I was so naive
even six months ago
I look back + I want to slap myself across the face
I thought I was really beginning to understand
and this year I was giving myself an honest chance
I was going bold in a world bored by ‘playing it safe’

I believed the government had a handle on the virus
even kind of believed them at first when they said it was hoax-ish
but when 100,000+ went six feet deep, I started thinking to myself-
I don’t think these heads have any idea what on Earth they’re doing
and I felt foolish for believing that they ever did
I never should have taken them at face value
I knew it was over when he said, “It goes away in April…”

I even had a tiny bit of faith when the riots came
like, well, let’s hear them out
and then when it all boiled down to Old Rebel statues
Too many cops killing too many people with too much impunity
but when he started hugging on Stonewall’s nuts, I knew it was all over

How filled I was with naivete and over-confidence and dare I say a certain arrogance
I was all- it’s a new decade & yadda yadda
I’m really gonna get my [insert ambition] together this time
One of these days, I’m really gonna get hip

~

Christian Garduno lives and writes along the South Texas coast, balancing between Forensic Files and Moscow Mules. He usually sometimes writes at https://medium.com/@letsfly2000

 

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