Corona no deseada

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Corona no deseada by Ramon Rocha 
 
The angel of death swoops down and harkens the souls of black and brown bodies. 
 
When the virus first spread to the fields and food processing 
factories - line workers- afraid of infection, but? deemed essential 
-could not stay home with pay. 
 
Senora Ramirez? “My food, my rent, my bills.” “I have necessities,” 
 
Soon, her co-workers started to get sick, and when Senora Ramirez 
became congested and fatigued and could not smell the difference 
between the rice on her stove and the sopa de fideo in her soup bowl, 
she too knew that she had caught what she could not understand. 
 
Senora Ramirez had saved money, but she couldn’t afford to go to the 
doctor without insurance and was too afraid of being deported to get 
tested. So the teas, of ginger, onion and garlic, became more 
elaborate. While working from home became something to gripe and 
complain about? - sheltering in place was not a luxury held by people 
like Senora Ramirez. Millions who keep a bare-bones economy running: 
at the cutting tables of food-processing plants, as farmhands, as 
hospital orderlies, food preparers and supermarket workers - all bring 
the virus home compounding the spread. Senora Ramirez - the matriarch 
of 13 children and 65 grandchildren - their source of strength - their 
family - and also their highest risk factor being one in the same. 
 
She came to this country expecting to struggle. She learned that to 
prevail, an immigrant needs a positive attitude and sheer will. But 
she never imagined how a sickness would test her five decades of 
built-up resilience. She had faced racial disparities for years but 
the virus did not discriminate. 
 
2020 was going to be her year. She promised her children it would be 
her last year working. She finally had the money saved to build a 
little house in Mexico. 
 
Corona originates from the Latin word meaning crown. But this was no 
crown that Senora Ramirez asked for nor deserved. Soon the crown would 
be too heavy for her to carry. Fever, headaches, and a debilitating 
cough was what it finally took for her to go to the hospital. A series 
of what ifs were on constant replay in the minds of Senora Ramirez’s 
family. 
 
What if the stay-at-home order not been lifted. What if more people 
believed the virus was serious, What if people cared more and had worn 
masks, then the vulnerable like Senora Ramirez and her family may not 
be suffering. What if she had not been more likely to be hospitalized, 
more likely to face financial ruin or die from the virus than her 
White neighbors. The what-ifs were overwhelming. After only a few 
hours of being admitted to the ICU Senora Ramirez looked up to the 
heavens and knew that it was her time. Despite having a legion of 
family members, she laid lifeless in her hospital bed alone. However, 
after decades of back breaking work, struggle and fear she could 
finally be at peace.? Senora Ramirez understood that she could no 
longer pose a threat to her children and her grandchildren. And with 
that thought and with the assistance of a ventilator she took one 
final breath to say a prayer. 
 
Esta corona de espinas ha traspasado Mi alma 
 
Quita las espinas, ten piedad de Mí. 
 
This crown of thorns has pierced My Soul 
 
Withdraw the thorns and have mercy on Me. 


Submitted: November 24, 2020

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