Summary of 2022

After summarizing 2020, I got decent feedback from my friends and family, and it was just like a personal journal entry. I enjoyed writing so much that I wrote in 2022 and 2023, and they are all a semi-slam poetry approach to current events of the time. I am currently in the process of writing 2025, but I have been getting so emotional every time I attempt to write it. It may never be finished, but mostly these are for me, as a way to never forget. True, I don’t have everything that happened in these years; these are summaries of what stood out to me. This was also written with the raw emotion I was feeling at the time, pardon the swearing.

In 2021, we said it’d be done, but it’s 2022 and we’re still not through. Soon I’ll be 19. I didn’t think I’d still be fighting for the right, blown out of sight, my body, my choice has been taken, we feel forsaken. LGBTQ rise up it’s time to size up. Mr. Joe Biden, you got me sighing. Our economy fell as if it were cast by a spell. So, tell me, are we still the generation responsible for our country's suffocation? It’s no longer just the kids, teens, and in-betweens. We thought the trying times were over, that corona would say goodbye, but instead she said multiply. Variant amongst variant, no one knows who may be carrying it. We hear how much they respect and love women, but are we actually listening to their sermon? 2022 has me still feeling blue. How much longer can we go? They’re trying to silence us by violence, will we ever be able to call it home when they just want to keep us in a dome? And we only feel all alone, no matter how loud we shout and scream, this isn’t a dream, we’re in a nightmare, and they don’t give a care. We declare for a change, but they’re not giving us the range. Anytime we go into a space, we have to make sure we have a can of mase. This is not the world I dreamed of; there is no love. The world has not been in place since we lost the practice of Grace, we have inflicted tears and fears as Russia invades Ukraine, we said climb aboard with your swords, as if that was sane. bringing a blade to a gun fight, trying to get us slayed through the night. They say we’re sensitive and over dramatic, to get over ourselves, they ask why our generation responds the way we do, saying depression and anxiety weren’t a thing when they grew up. They say to man up, buttercup. suffer through like the rest had to do. Little do they know how we entered this world after a terror, before we could think, speak, or feel for ourselves, before we knew how to move, we had the shadow of 9/11 following us. There was no break. One month later, “The United States declares war on Afghanistan, this is a religious war.” I wish I could say this was just a bore. I'm 5 years old, starting kindergarten when “housing market down” was not just in my town. My dad lost his job. People are starting to sob. Maybe this is just beginner's bad luck. Fuck. Fast forward to me being 10 an epidemic breaks out in West Africa, Ebola, there’s just no win. There was hope, there’d be something dope, but instead we were followed by school shooting after school shooting. In 2016, there was a group called isis were in crisis. I was just 13, well before I had to have seen the world. Thé afghan wars are still going on. Our troops are still not back. There’s no slack. 2021, the war ended, but alas, there’s still conflict under the sun. In 2022, we’re trying to break the patterns, it seems as constant as the rings around Saturn. Inflation highest in the nation, like it were a celebration. 2022 came like a thief in the night, stole our peace, dimmed our light — but we’re still here, still in the fight.