I’ve stopped scrollingA Poem by adichieA spoken-word riff written with Facebook in mind at the time.
I've stopped scrolling
I've stopped scrolling. I've stopped scrolling. I've stopped scrolling. I've stopped scrolling. I've stopped scrolling Into the hands of the people that sell Stopped scrolling Into whatever that the people want to tell I've stopped scrolling Out of boredom, looking for a way out But pulling wires tighter till they cut my skin I've stopped scrolling All through the evening with nowhere to go stopped scrolling Into the brains of some people I know But do I know? I've stopped scrolling Spending dimes of free time While holding the breath of my intelligence in Intelligence comes from nourishing healing While intellect just covers up that sinking feeling That brushed-up words can't hide the person within A rented soul somewhere beyond the camera lens Stopped scrolling Intentionally into manufactured collectivity Interaction without society The crowd without the family Stopped scrolling Introspection, masked as community Scrolling Immobility guised as productivity Scrolling Past every different flavour of 'me' Caged and on display for all 'the world' to see I hear nothing Smell nothing Taste nothing It deadens me. I've stopped scrolling. © 2019 adichieAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthoradichieAboutI had forgotten my previous username, and so created this sister account. My other poems can be found at www.writerscafe.org/verse Deb more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|