Virtual Reality

A poignent poem from

The PBS Blog

We live in computers
and communicate
wirelessly crossing dimensions
the deafening silence of
that ain’t connected
how do you know
if I wrote this poem in my own
or scribbled these letters
with the sharpened edge of my own
how do I know
that you didn’t throw me a smile
minus the jagged tooth remains
of a dilapitated heart
cause the grass is always greener
on social media
when we live in a world
where emojis digitize
the masks we wear
until our differences melt the pride
and phony personas
hanging off the edge of gravatars
profile pictures and WordPress walls
that captured nothing but smiling faces
and not the lies behind them
because virtual realities
is anything but virtuous
for we hide
behind usernames
and cartoon ourselves
into the people
we wish we were
speak in a language we are too afraid
to utter

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