The Facial recognition dilemma
We cannot hide
My phone, though inanimate, knows me
Facially recognizes me all the time
Knowing my every move, knows me
Apparently maybe better than I know myself
Hi face, it smilingly greets me
How are you today
Well, middle finger off, I show it who is boss!
Isn't it a glorious day today?
What do you care, stupid phone
You ride around on my shoulder
Or in my pocket
Do you even have a care in the world
Except to yell about my bills
And remind me to make the forever
Dredge filled rotating door journey
To my wonderful unfulfilling day job
My computer knows me, knows my touch
Would that you were my lover
Knowing my secret touch
You watch me as if you were that
Creepy computer, with your logarithms and codes
You store me in your database like money in the bank
You scan the bio-metrics of my face
Your software stores me in your memory
Better than a lover you are, I think
Because you never forget me, matters what
Still, I want my privacy back
I am the only one who should know my face
Cameras everywhere know me
Digitally I am known everywhere
On the streets, in every mishmash of life
Everything knows me, I am not having it
So, I am taking my face back
As soon as I figure out how.
N.A.
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Novlet Allen
I am an aspiring writer and poet. I find words delightful. Every poem, or story that I read or write, enriches me. 'Read a thousand books (or stories), travel a thousand miles'.
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This is very good. Time to put my phone on time out I think.
Really enjoyed this--huh, made me think differently about my devices! Well written to great effect.