Who we are now (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

It keeps getting harder

To tell the two apart

To see where one ends

and where another starts

You can see much joy in the pictures

Hiding grief behind them

While we smile in front of cameras

We often fall apart behind them.

We have more followers

Than we have friends

But this isn’t an anomaly

On the contrary, it’s a trend.

But who am I to judge

When I suffer from it too.

When I equally care much

For likes and views.

But my true self

Never seems to meet those needs

I have to smile and filter

To look my best on people’s feeds.

My truth is ugly

But it’s all that’s real

And nobody wants that

They prefer the highlight reels

So in a world that shuns authenticity

Yet prides a lack of it

It shouldn’t surprise us to know

That we value the counterfeit.

This is who we are now.

By : Phanuel Ayelum

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