On March 15, 2020, the first weekend of the quarantine, I found myself severely injured with a severe back injury and unable to get treatment until April 21st. During the first weeks of the pandemic, I was bed ridden. I was saddened. Though my injury was a blessing, I didn’t appreciate just then. But after a few days, I realized it was time to get silent. My injury allowed me to listen attentively, to the misinformation that was coming from the White House, it allowed me to rediscover my ideas from years past and reignite some passions that I had buried. As the virus plagued our country & devastated black and brown communities throughout U.S. I kept hearing the word systemic roar across the news channels. In a time of self isolation, the worlds ugly truths were also being revealed. People were observant because they were still, not distracted by technology, work, school, sports, nor vacations. The United States of America had become a tense pot of stress, fear, distrust and hate.