Terms of social media engagement

i’m not a fuckboy,
i don’t have a side girl,
and i don’t know a bruh.
i work towards a relation,
my relation is platonic,and i have a brother.
my spell check
doesn’t check grammar.
my grammar is personal,
although it knows the law,
it loosely adheres.
the social media i experience
is anything but what it proclaims.
in fact, it expounds the opposite.
let the side girl and fuckboy talk, bruh.
you know their exchange?

if it’s not instant gratification,
than it’s not worth anything.
unfortunately, that which takes time
holds true that which is true and honest.
if you cannot put in the time,
then you’re not worthy of the action.

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There, would you look here

here                                  hey, over here.
whoa, you’re a bit far?
naw, not really. you can still read me.
i guess you’re right. why over           there?
i’m just trying something new to me.
i see. how’s it working out for yeah?
looks different, but it feels the same.

Talking into shouts

they told me to speak up.
i’m too quiet.
so i raised my voice.
but then they told me
to stop shouting.
i apologized, i learned only to raise
my voice when angry.
they asked me to do something i don’t like,
how else was i suppose to respond?
am i to know to act another way if i don’t know?
i admitted ignorance,
or in the least,
misguidance to my natural center,
what else do you want?
i hope i’m not shouting still.
if so, excuse my ineptitude.
i’m still learning.