As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.
Poem #18 will be the last of the net-related poetry for now. I have a mini project this week for my advocacy sideline which needs to be done and finished, and I don’t want to get distracted too much by the past as a result. Therefore, the next few days will be some critical successes without dwelling too much on the failures…
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What U See This earth, stir-fried, million voices silenced, cannot escape sexist, racist, non-conforming, realigned each time’s flat circus dutifully lost touch, great-grandma’s ink no longer social media’s; content, happier instead the same, stacked cereal box. Flat chest, nipples airbrushed away, looks beat beliefs until one smart kid without a phone grasped growing up’s nobody’s favourite game.
The Internet of Words 