Instagram embodies a heart shell 
but negates to incarnate the beat.
Rejecting its blood flow, 
Projecting its cell count 
to a matter of likes. 

Instagram is home to a
headspace with heartaches of 
beautiful ideas
that want to be felt
but can only be seen.

These days connection's connected to 
soft eye lids and caressing  fingertips to a screen.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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