Blog #3

            For this analysis/blog post, I will be discussing the poem Chameleon by Kiran Waqar and Hawa Adam and my newfound experiences at my job during this current epidemic we are currently living through. With this new Corona Virus disease begging to take the streets of America, it has caused what some would say an unpleasant turn in society. People are stockpiling goods like there is no tomorrow, toilet paper, food, and especially alcohol. This panic has caused business to be almost as high as it would be during the Christmas and New Year’s, but the reason for their alcohol purchases now differ greatly. People walk to the store most of them now wearing masks, gloves and other basic protective gear to fulfill their drinking needs. On the other hand, there are people who buy like they won’t leave their homes for months, walking into the store with a. full makeshift hazmat suit comprised of garbage bags and tape, not the typical look you would expect from any straight-thinking person. My first reaction when seeing people like this is that all of this won’t help you fight what you are trying, it is only making you look like a fool. In the poem the two authors right about how Chameleons have to adapt to their situations and soundings and to do that they change their appearance in order to survive. These people who come to shop dressed like literal garbage are in their minds changing their appearance to survive, but their over-exaggerated protection is in my estimation completely useless compared to that of the chameleon. In a few stanzas down the authors discuss how the how though chameleons have this protective layer, they know “It cannot hide us, It cannot keep us safe”. Even the chameleons know that simply having this protective layering over them will not save them, unlike those who wonder shipping covered from head to toe in plastic bag. Practicing safe and healthy procedures is the best way to combat the enemies we are currently battling with in this world, not useless overprotection. In the next few stanzas they write, “So we develop thick skin so no one can ever see us, So no one can ever know us, Including ourselves”. The useless over protection some people enter with makes them look like they aren’t even a person, you don’t have any idea who they are when they enter only from the sound of their voice would you maybe be able to recognize them. I feel that when these type of people look in the mirror with their getup they themselves don’t even know who they are; they see what this panic has caused them to do and realize that they are so far from what they should be doing that they can’t even see themselves as a normal person in the mirror, that and maybe the fact that they are covered in garbage bags.