A slam poem by: Liza Belskiy
She see’s you daily,
She opens up her phone and there you are,
The friend she never met,
The person she doesn’t actually know,
And the individual who looks like she’s talked to for years.
But, it’s just a dream, a made up reality,
It’s just a stranger sitting on the other side of the screen.
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Ding, it’s the friend she’s been talking to,
Ding, it’s the text she just got,
Ding, it’s her calendar saying she has to do something,
DING! DING! DING!
Then nothing, nothing happens,
Because all theses dings mean nothing.
Each ding is like a cry for help,
She can see the problem,
Except she doesn’t how to fix it,
Until the problem evolves into an unbearable mess.
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The screen keeps turning on by itself,
Showing her new things, people, and products,
She clicks open, except in return she’s closing something,
She’s closing the opportunity to create new experiences,
The chance to talk to someone face to face,
All she can see is the bright screen looking at her.
This bright screen is letting her know she’s popular,
That she just saw the cutest puppy,
And how she ordered some food.
This screen helps her escape reality,
Until there isn’t one left.
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She’s sitting in her dorm,
Ring, Ding, Click, Tweet!
All these sounds turn into people,
As she opens up each one and has a conversation.
Oh it’s the friend!
As they talk for hours,
She realizes she hasn’t done anything,
She hasn’t eaten her food,
Or done her homework,
She even hasn’t called her parents,
But who needs them?
All she needs is her screen and FaceTime,
She says goodbye to one bright light,
Then opens up another.
As her parent’s faces brighten with joy,
She apologizes and ask for forgiveness,
However, her parents are always asking themselves:
“Why is she afraid to change?”
“Doesn’t she know how this affects others?”
“Or has she already become a robot and run out of true happiness?”
Click! FaceTime is over.
She turns around,
And notices the time and runs off to bed,
Turning on her alarm to wake her up in the morning.
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Beep! Beep! Beep!
And the sound is off,
Just like her brain and her thoughts,
She drags herself out of bed,
She opens up the screen calling for her,
And everything disappears.
Her eyes focus on the bright light,
Her skin pale and cold as ice,
And she sinks into oblivion,
Sitting on the couch.
She loses all her instincts,
Then her feelings and knowledge,
And last of all, her existence,
Fading away slowly, day by day,
Until nothing is left,
And all you can see is a robot,
Only looking and talking with a bright light.