Come here children
sit around Grandma Tumblr’s
chair and listen to stories
of before
once upon a time
when I was young
living in the age of
social media
teenagers were careful
we did what we could
to dance around words
that could be potentially hurtful
eyes sunken in from late
nights staring at screens
so sheltered behind our
electronics
our shoulders began to
curve inwards
as if we were devolving
our heads were heavy from
hunching over to
text
to scroll
to swipe.
we had flowers back then
but we never stopped to smell them
instead we double tapped
pictures of them
added to our accounts
to make them just a bit more aesthetic.
I remember flowers…
we had trees.
They were our friends.
So we stabbed them in the back
deforestation
to make room
for buildings
buildings that we would hide in
hunched over.
likes
thumbs up
reblogs.
#SavetheWorld
but we never actually
DID anything.
social media generation
with our smart cars
and solar panels
we still left the faucet running
a little too long
left the lights on all night
drove because it was easier
than taking the bus
We didn’t have to try
to destroy the Earth.
We didn’t even realize
we were bulldozers
moving slowly
silent but deadly
leaving destruction in our path.
Now grandma Tumblr is old
lungs filled with pollution
you’d think after years and years
of #SavetheEarth
we’d learn
but here we are.
Tarebear the Writer 