In The Style Of Jaden Smith
I Have Very Few Idols
Jaden Smith Is Not One Of Them
No Disrespect Will
(I Still Think You’re A Rad Dad)
And Honestly, His Music Isn’t Half Bad
I’m Even A Huge Fan Of Neo Yokio
(Screw You, Rotten Tomatoes)
It’s His Tweets That Get Me So
Riled Up?
Confused?
How Do You Feel Reader, Right Now?
Navigating This Horrible Poem?
Take That Feeling,
And Maximize It By One Billion
And You’ll Know How I Feel
It Ain’t Easy Being An Editor
On The Twitterverse
Something Real
I lied,
When I smiled
In that snapchat
Ten minutes ago
I’m not happy
My loved one’s in the hospital
But that’s not something
That you need to know
Nor is it something you care for
You want pictures of my shoes
You want me to relate to you
You want me to laugh at your filters
And keep up the numbers (#streak!)
I want a real fire
Not an emoji on an app that drains my battery
I want a real connection
Something facetangible, not timed
I don’t know real comfort anymore
So I cling to my digital devices
Talking to people I don’t know
Looking for something
That’s not real
About the author
Anchal Sharma is the Editor-in-Chief of the Fulcrum, and a fourth-year student at the University of Ottawa, studying communications and political science. This is her first time publishing poetry in the Fulcrum, which is why it lacks depth. For real angsty poems, follow her on instagram @wordsbyanchal.
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