opticA Poem by savanna.r.fits that damn phone 👀we are masked under a false society labeled and defined to rules we didn’t intend to make a lens in every direction we face to tell the world who we are even if it may be fake stand still to capture time suspended in position yet we change the image imprinted in the same screen until permeated to us all and still it is called privilege
© 2020 savanna.r.f |
Stats
29 Views
Added on May 11, 2020 Last Updated on May 11, 2020 Author
|