#realvsfake
We weren’t the kids selling dope on the
street— just the ones calling things dope,”
when we stepped outside; written on our
caps, read on our minds, all the superstars
we followed, all their lingo we tried to speak.
To be like all the stars we followed, but we
were too scared to go outside.
“Maybe it was that **** phone.”
But nowadays, we can’t do anything
without that phone; most payments through
the phone, communication in the phone, searching
on the phone, entertainment in the phone;
my battery died… "Damn... I didn’t realize
how much I was, so alone."
If I loved someone, something like a touch
screen—what, how many gestures does it
take to prove that love? We wear gloves
when we touch someone else’s phone…
but we don’t know what you love from your
history—and ironically, there’s no ******
for love, despite your history.
No plastic wrap for a heart; we’re all taking
it raw; meet and greet, stomaching red flags,
but the stomach stays satisfied off treats…
off flings. Flinging commitment; to commit,
meant giving your all, including your flaws;
but being our all is a flaw, when we can’t show
much of our all—
Just a “LOL” through that phone.
But who really laughs out loud, when
we cry much louder; when no one is
watching us alone. **** I guess these
days it really is that **** phone.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 7:03 PM UTC