#Subscribe, Like, Follow
Attention seekers only
Attention! Attention!
I’ve got a few things to mention
I’ve always got something to say
Constantly, always at times on repeat
Platforms let my voice be heard
The comments and likes set me apart from the herd
What I say matters, right?
five likes
What I do is important, right?
two followers
Create that content, make it real
Wait, what? Do you mean I am not for real?
As I wait, as I watch
As I remain unwatched
As I look to engage
I am numb, disengaged
Who am I? Who are they? Who are WE?
In the age of access, we remain enslaved
To the excess and not-enoughness, we become enraged
Hashtags and like
Subscribe and follow
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I am not that shallow!
Let me brag
Let me live
Envy my nice things
Even if it is…the only thing
With the right angle and enough likes
I can make that money, increase insights
And they’ll know who I am
Dripping in gold, rich as honey
Who am I? Who are they? Who are WE?
I don’t care, nor do they
As long as we remain...
engaged
enslaved
outraged
subscribed
liked and
followed
About the Creator
Je'Neille Swartz
I can't stop thinking about writing. Being a writer is like being an artist, you are either exceptional or inconsequential. Honestly, I've been afraid of both. I promised myself I would DO one small thing that scared me. So, here I am.
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Braided Chain
Port of Seattle, WA, September 1912, Footsteps clamored on the wooden panels as I waited. The sun was setting over the harbor cascading orange and gold light across the faces of silhouettes who strolled the boardwalk. Local men and women dressed in their finest attire catching the last of the summer night air that now had a chill as wind gusts came in over the sea.
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True words
I now what you mean. I'm 15, and nether owned a phone (what use is it? asides the obvious) nor a computer. I don't do snap chat or tick tock, face book and twitter. it's all a waste of time, I mean if I wanted to feel bad about myself; I'll just wear a polka-dotted skirt, and walk into a night club.
I found so much freedom in letting my little Etsy shop die. I was a slave to trying to promote it, get likes, get clicks. God has other plans for my life. I don't have to sell art or crafts to be successful. I just have to be faithful and let Him lead me. Trust in the Lord has dealt a severe blow to the anxiety that the Devil was selling me on my phone.
Agh, I feel your pain!
What do you think will be the long term affect of this social media era?
Great thoughts on a relatable topic.
I have been feeling the pressure from platforms lately. Getting attention isn't rewarding, but not getting attention feels worse. The algorithms feel fickle and unfair. How am I to boost engagement when the platforms buries the post? And then they want posts on a regular (if not daily) basis. No time to rest, just time to post. For what? Anyway, thanks for sharing. You are not alone.
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