Dear Cell-Phone

Cellphone oh Cellphone

Where is your key?

The jailor to my soul

Please let me free

I can’t escape you

Sentenced for life

By charge of battery

By the light of your screen

Others can see

A version of me

I’d rather not be

Most Sincerely,The Thoughts of Humanity

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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