Poetry: Social Media Free

THEY asked me the color of my soul

Are THEY crazy? Should I put IT in a bowl?

Let them inspect IT? Speculate & touch IT?

My soul is too eclectic, wild &  monochromatic

THEY wanna Disturb my essence with all their taint

Oh Mother Earth! I just can’t

I can’t expose all of me

Just because THEY demand authenticity

Oh THEY are Clawing for my Bare bones in technology

I can’t put logic to the Psychology

Of their constant myriad images & moments laid bare

Because THEY crave the social media overshare

No more privacy or secrets to discover

Because bare bones & naked souls make every cover

A picture, hasty words, then hit submit

Is taking away precious private moments

THEY keep clawing at my soul asking me to expose IT

THEY glare at my soul demanding I share IT

THEY laugh at my soul & think I’m introverted

Not knowing that I pull away so THEY will not hurt IT