I Am An IPhone

 
 
I Am An iPhone
 
 
I am an IPhone.
Intelligent, useful, full of hidden talents.
The first to be praised when things go right,
The first to blamed when things go wrong. 
They either love me, 
Or they hate me-
There is no in between. 
Easy to crack,
'Cause no one bothers to catch my fall.
 
 
I am an IPhone. 
At first, difficult to understand,
But once you get to know me,
I promise-
You'll be a fan.  
Beautiful, yet fragile. 
Be careful- I might break. 
Inventive, creative, the future's new face. 
Well known,well liked, but still got my enemies.  
 
 
I am an IPhone. 
So unique, 
'Cause I'm me.
This poem is about: 
Me

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