A dream which I had longed was never being alone,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had no one to call my own,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Smile to me was rare than frown,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A queen bearing pain and rejection as a crown,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The laughing stalk, so was given a nickname\u201d clown.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All these happened immediately I got a smart phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was trying to be among some group so that I may fit in,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trying clothing\u2019s which were fitting and a daily facial routine,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Careful not to upload a video without consulting my fellow teen,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Avoiding being fat so I don\u2019t take food at school but only snacks from the canteen,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How I looked mattered to me and was my source of defense,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Honestly, I was more scared of committing any offence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Many hidden pains causing ulcers in my belly,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Friends don’t know why I look pale suddenly,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eyes popping out of its socket,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not only for the money scarce in my pocket<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But also had zero experience concerning the love of a parent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m a wandering soul in the forest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was scared of being without any social media platforms,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Always venturing into the latest digital transformation forms,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The trending celebrities and clothes in town whom I have developed interest,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trending anything and everything that I can copy and paste,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I could not admit that I have finally become an addict,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who was just Buying a little more time in their closet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I needed something like my own company or brand,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To avoid following others yet my life was stagnant,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Writing down who I was, was what I did for a start,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Working on my talents and skills is what I will never regret,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My potential I decided I will ensure I maximize,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Myself and my mental health is what I did prioritize,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Through my talents, skills and abilities that will make me have a busy mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I rose,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With this poverty, rejection and shame<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I rose,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I rose,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Having or not having any brand name,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I rose,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I rose,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I had no option but to rise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I Realized the way to control this technology manipulation,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Is to kill this fear and lack of self- motivation by embracing my passion,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Managed to control my phone by managing all the application,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I did not allow myself to experience any form of dissatisfaction,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally, I was able to overcome every form of addiction,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since I was greater than this gadget and much more that will be brought by digitalization.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greatness, creativity and success is my portion and source of Navigation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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