I can take a stroll with my fingers
And look through the windows of timelines
Or speed on the road of feeds
To see many from much
I do have a chamber whose doors strangers can knock on
And if allowed
…walk in
But are all I’m seeing real or fake?
II
Many images look flawless
Curves and muscles
Perfect eyelashes and pink lips
Flawless skin and six packs
Even some sadness can be posed
And many a happiness over imposed
…I love the latter
III
But I do fear breathing beefs
Which have no bells of notification
Just a reaction and many an unknown enemies
…shadow your path
…in hope of a virtual beating
How horrible it is to be caught in a fire you knew not existed
But the fun outweighs the oops
IV
Sellers struggle
Lovers quarrel
Cassanovas deceive
Play girls dupe and swerve
Spammers hide to harm
Partners act to birth jealousy
Advocates change minds and bite
Influencers are loud
…can turn bullies
But still lead conversations
We’ve managed to create a world out of our world
One we can edit to fit us
A place we can be slim even in our obesity
A place we can be tall even in our shortingos
A place we can be loud even in our timidity
A place we can act perfect even in our chaos
This is the Facebook street
Where loneliness is only for outcasts
And excitements reign
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 26, 2021
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