A while back, probably over a year ago, I wrote a poem called ‘Soul’ which laments simpler times before the use of social media really blew up.
This is the link to the video if anyone is interested https://youtu.be/2XtB7llDQtg
As with all poems, you may interpret however you wish. I see it as a reflection on what modern western culture has become and how social media has changed how we view ourselves and others. I know that since my departure from the bulk of social media I have felt isolated in some ways. And almost as if people are only equal to their likes or their online presence. Most people I know, thankfully don’t think like this, but some do, and I find that scary. I don’t miss the attention, (not that I was drowning in it or anything. Not even a little bit. I’m just easily overwhelmed and need breaks from this whole constant connectivity thing), but I do sometimes miss the sense of connection and being able to access people, or use social platforms in a positive way. It’s hard to try to spread a message , and be invisible at the same time, or distance myself from the things that don’t fit me. But I guess this is my way of trying to do that, in a way that allows me space and lets me absorb the positivity around me and all the beautiful things the world has to offer. Anyways, click the link if you wish.
Try stay true to yourself and speak the truth whenever you can. Fuck image and reputation and whatever bullshit the kids are pushing as trends these days. All my love. Sparkle sparkle ✨✨✨
Ps. I’m sorry that this piece is quite bland. I’m not one of those amazing spoken-word or slam-poetry artists. That whole “I am tiger, hear me roar” thing is cool, but it’s just not me. I’m not the best at emoting, but I hope the message still gets across. I’m rather emotionally flaccid. Yes, not placid, FLACCID. The emotional equivalent of a limp sexual organ. Limp and lifeless. Well, hopefully not lifeless, but maybe a bit limp compared to what you might be used to. Or soothing and gentle if you’re an optimist XX