By: Keela Ruizanchez
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They say the pandemic is quiet,
I say, it’s the loudest my city has been
People say, Are you sure?
Do you want to go to New York? It’s so loud and busy,
let’s go somewhere quiet and relaxing.
The tempo here is not like a song you listen to when you cry,
it’s more like a rock song
I’m so accustomed to
a place with fire trucks and traffic and people’s steps
I don’t get the people who say that this is relaxing,
I’m not used to this
It feels so empty
Nothing to do
Nothing to stare at
I can’t go out and feel the rush of this city
To someone else, that is not accustomed to the city,
it’s a headache, an annoyance-
but to those who live here,
the sound of the trains is the crashing ocean of the city,
it is the sound of the air conditioner buzzing in your head at night
that is the lullaby that drags you into deep sleep
So, when the city goes into lockdown, it feels different
My lullaby is being taken away from me