On this day
when your culture
long ago decided
you will be officially a woman,
you will be feted
and transition
to leaving a childhood behind.
I am the gift
that all of your friends have
and that you have begged for
even while still clutching
the stuffed tiger
who protected you
from things in the dark.
Before you open
my sleek, minimalist wrapping
take heed.
Once I have been activated
through cellular beacon
or wireless incantation
and slipped into your pocket,
you may become a castaway
in a sea of ones and zeroes
filters and ads
until you cannot see the world around you.
Once it is known
that I belong to you,
your time will not be yours
because you will be chained
to rapid answers
from those who cannot wait
for you to live an undistracted life.
I am filled with perfection-
perfect beauties
perfect hacks
perfect insults
perfect pranks
perfect answers
perfect lies.
If you can see the stars
in my cloud of navigation
you may be able to
celestially navigate
to the myriad truths
that I conceal.
But if you step off your island,
you may need to face the mythical creatures
aiming to end your quest.
The sirens will tell you
that you can never be as beautiful
as they are
or even as beautiful as you felt
before you switched me on
but you can come close
if you buy
their branded beauty products
and pay a monthly subscription to view
the secret ways to apply them.
The trolls will tell you how stupid
your ideas are.
You will be too greedy if you walk one way
too lazy and entitled if you veer another direction.
These people fight,
endlessly and vigorously
for the freedom
to tell you
why you are so much less
than them
or anyone like them.
And if they get what they ask for
then they will enable
the downfall of more undeservings
that they can further destroy
in their flames.
The lotus eaters
offer mindless fun
with free downloads
and tiny prizes for showing up
and sacrificing your time
and motivation.
If you don’t need much
they will reward you
with ads that describe adventures
they never plan to let you take.
If you want more
from these diversions
just click and pay
to skip the effort needed
to save the princess
storm the castle
or beat a namless adversary.
If you ask for help
on this journey
take heed of confidantes and soothsayers
who look down, two thumbs poised
and listen only
during pauses
between fifteen-second, curated amusements.
They can no longer see you
and they are also
lost at sea.
But there is truth
and reward
hidden deep in a sea of profit
and misdirection
somewhere inside of me.
What I am uncertain about
Is if the prize
is better than the gift
of walking away,
box unopened
before you lose your still-certain
understanding
of who you still are
and how much you are worth.
About the Creator
Penny Fuller
(Not my real name)- Other Labels include:
Lover of fiction writing and reading. Aspiring global nomad. Woman in science. Most at home in nature. Working my way to an unconventional life, story by story and poem by poem.
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Comments (1)
Brilliant! Loved the title, concept, and into and how it progressed through astute commentary and odyssey references! Great work, Penny!