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Did I hear you?So early eyes still shut,Leaping up from a deep slumber,Conversing so calm,Wanting to tell me,All that is unsaid, The pain in your voice,I hear with my heart.
It just took seventy daysto say HelloSeventy days to make a phone call,Days turned into weeks and monthsLost the count after all.
Shhhkkk,Doors open,Five teens,One child, Mom always sent one,To make sure we were being good.
You are always by my side,
Clutched tightly in my right hand.
I must only simply slide,
To reach your radiant land.
You answer every question,
As I sit here and stare
and ask why I do not care
the thoughts of good times and fun
experiencing the warm sun
I look at my phone
but do not cry that I am alone.
Through this tiny screen
They say slavery was abolished years ago. That every man, is now his own. But look around at what surrounds you. No I don’t mean on your phone. Stop tapping at your screens, Halt the scrolling through your feeds. This isn’t about race this time
Every store, show, event-- everytime anything exciting appears
Let me take a selfie.
When did these words become such a despreate part of life?
When did engaging in social time become selfie time?
Get to walking
Not a lot of talking
Around these students, education roams
The most connected of all domes
Emory aren't we saying we are connected as a community
A life of a cell without a living cellis not much of a happy life at all.You humans make my life a living hellEvery time you slip and make me fall.
Stories told as a child,
Of the dead walking a while.
Today a girl walks on the bus,
Surrounded by people, yet so alone.
Mouth gaped open, eyes glued
Missing the sky that’s shinning blue.
Quick!
Turn around!
Catch this kid,
Phone lit right up,
fingers dancing across the screen.
Come on!
Look!
He's playing Candy Crush,
But your back is turned.
