I hate what I see on Facebook
I hate the pictures I see
Everyone hugging
Looking so happy
What is this? I don’t like it
Makes me look at my pictures as if I am unhappy.
Hate what I read on Facebook
Love things
Private stuff
“Mwah, I love you so.”
Why do people do that?
What the heck is ‘mwah’?
You know what I am going to do?
I’m going to make me a new Facebook
It’s going to be a Male and I’m going to call him Eric
Then I am going to add Eric
Have our pictures tagged with love
Eric and is going to write ‘mwah’ things to me
And I am going ‘mwah’ him right back!
People I know hate what they see of me in Facebook
They wall me saying it’s sad that I would be so blatant
My kids don’t believe me when I say it’s all a hoax
But it’s on Facebook so; they have their minds made up
I don’t like what my Facebook is doing to me
I can’t believe my husband still doesn’t know
The mischief I am up to
“What’s the matter with you?” Our kids ask him
“She’s embarrassing us!”
“What the heck is this?”
He says, “Leave her alone.”
He looks knowingly into my face.
He reads me like a book.
Tasnim Jivaji
30th October 2009.
1 comment:
Tasnim: You are a poet, but don't yet know it. I hope with your talents you grow it. Or at the very least you show it. Please don't blow it. Maybe you can sow it. And together we will glow it.Or with a needle and thread, sew it.
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