humanity
do you believe in it?
even plastered paper
smiles seem distant
what happened to the people who
feel
who know what it is like
to long for the day we are all free

humanity
seems so plastic
compared to the flesh
that it was before
artificial interactions
crowd the spaces in between
authentic seconds

humanity
where are you?
i know it’s in small
nooks and crannies
but aren’t we all human?

maybe i’m being
melodramatic
friendly to the feelers
but isn’t every poet