I wonder if you had birthday plans drafted in your head, 
If you’d thought “I hope the quarantine bullshit is over by my birthday, so we can go all out” 
I wish you could’ve seen your party. 
We flooded streets, 
And social media feeds, 
And the mailboxes and inboxes of government officials. 
We decorated our cars, 
Formed caravans, 
And sang for you in front of courthouses. 
We celebrated through tears, 
And chanted through face masks. 
I hope we made you proud, 
But damn I wish you could’ve gone to the club and shook your ass with your girls instead.