My Phone
Now this might be a bit stereotypical and a little cliche,
but as a teenage female I can whole heartedly say,
That if anyone ever took my phone away,
I would like literally die every second of the day.
I need my phone because in a sense it is a part of me,
And for this short time I need you to erase the stereotypes you always see,
I promise you I am not on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or Snapchat,
Jokes on you I'm everywhere but all of that.
You see I am with a friend,
Our relationship being held together by inside jokes and a unreliable internet connection,
I am at the movies,
Skimming through Netflix and Hulu's limited but entertaining selection.
I am with a lover,
Smiling and laughing as if we arent states apart,
I am at an Arcade,
Being frustrated by a game I can never seem to out smart.
I am at a concert,
Letting the bass swell inside my chest,
I am at a book store,
Following a hero on their noble quest.
I am every and anywhere,
Without ever leaving my bed,
But somehow people belive my generation's social ettiqute is holding on by a thread,
I am in Paris, Japan, Germany and Rome,
I am with my brother, my friend, a stranger,
Without ever leaving my home.
Now I hope you see why my phone is so improtant,
It is not just a metal rectangle meant to inported and exported,
It connects me to placed I would otherwise never be able to see,
It is a friendship, a relationship, it is me.
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