My Phone Lies to Me
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 fakeSee Alex Juhasz respond in Podcast form to hardtruth #1:
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