Millennial Lens

Millennial Lens

My own personal biography,

take another look 

at Facebook,

it’s all an homage to me,

a camera with a flip out selfie screen,

what’s an extra $395 

when directing my day becomes a reality,

life’s a show,

but we can’t erase

what noone has seen;

a day’s work for an Instagram story

too boring 

tap forward 

to the next circle you see. 

The meaning of life

is on the sidewalk 

in front of me:

a fallen white petal from a lily,

three selfie sticks behind me,

I frame the scene in 4:3

while the matriarch 

performs social commentary,

“It’s poetry, you see?”

The aftermath

of a marketing scheme,

Nike lied to me,

I can’t be like Mike

when I’m still white;

for 15 years we were told

we could do anything,

but now 

we’ve tried all the options by thirty.

Sticking to a medium

is more than security,

they say if he tries long enough

even a blind squirrel can find a nut,

but on the other side

of a two week down

it makes it seem like

I’ll never see another creative up.

Brunching on avocado toast,

a mimosa group photo,

I ordered another round,

but back from the bathroom

the waiter said 

fortitude 

is no longer 

on the menu. 

I’m not gonna lie

if I get another email

from Best Buy

I’m never going to be able to see

the world through your eyes;

FOMO tells me

that your photos from yesterday

make you look happier than me,

drunk for attention

influence suggests

that we need to adjust 

the lens of our focus externally.

SELFIE, SMILE, CHEESE.