My Phone Lies to Me

My phones tells me to look at it. 
It tells me there’s a world inside, 
But when I look away, I know that’s not true. 
There’s a world right there. 
The phone asks me to look again. 
It tells me it’s real. 
But I ask it to speak, 
To breathe, 
To love,
To hate, 
And it can’t do that. 

By James, Shamine, and Marcela

This poem is a response to hardtruth #1:

the real internet is fake

See Alex Juhasz respond in Podcast form to hardtruth #1:

We Need Gentle Truths for Now responds to hardtruth #1

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