We’re just being ourselves
We’re not presenting ourselves
on a plate, commodifying ourselves.

We’re refined and pared-back—plain
but with an intriguing complexity.

We’re simple and indestructible,
our diasporic styles, assembled in a frenzy
by spontaneous instinct, need no audience.

You’ll find us in the coffee shops, the libraries
streaming and scrollin’ to unheard, noise-cancelled, beats
or in the bars kickin’—let the music play—I can’t talk much about it.

We’re not overly thought-out, sure, we ruminate, but then we’re
automatic rather than laboured, creative without overthinking.

We’re emotional and immediate, but clearly avoiding
slightly scurrilous ****** entanglements—yeah
—there are reasons. true, true, true, true true.
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Songs for this:
Let the Music Play by Papik & Sarah Jane Morris
Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab & Kidsaredead

We are not friends
The light in me draws you in
We connect on higher levels
Dig deep into the roots of meaning
You want, crave my attention
Not me.
I am entertainment, fun.
You think I’m pretty, dumb.
We fall into comfortable familiarity
Pretend happiness, boredom
Never personal
I love your eyes on me
I feel seen, however brief
It’s not real, none of it.
We are not friends.