Twitter Fame
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No Fun Alone by Mali Music
Waited till she followed
Clicked back and checked on the avatar she might have borrowed
Times have moved along
Things have changed
No one and nothing has remained the same
We fight and bicker each day
We stay scrolling through the timeline
Looking for the next prey
Some come bleeding emotionally
Looking for a Dr
Like Grey
And even those with no useful thoughts
Feel they have something to say
We’ve formed cliques
From West Coast to East
If you don’t agree or relate
You’ll be branded or even the next feast
Time flies by
People forget
But self-esteem they crush
And abandon like child neglect
They say it’s all jokes
But is it really
If it’s only your ego it stokes
She’s catfish
But trying to ruin her is childish
Bigger problems lie
But we argue about being light skinned
Conditioning ourselves towards tribalism
The divide has slowly become a reality
You don’t need ask.fm
It’s now vocalized vanity
Impersonators
Investigators
Instigators
Moderators
Everyone has been assigned a position
Self appointed with no election
A constant state of emotional chaos
We led ourselves to self-destruction
By putting powers in the hands of some that clearly need evaluation
We’ve tied clout and esteem to LOL’s and RETWEETS
How stupid and beneath us does that seem
Decades ago our father’s wouldn’t have been able to imagine
That 140 characters would define us
Written loosely on a white and blue screen
It’s an escape
It’s the release
But what happens when you turn your playground into someone else’s nightmare
Did someone say Greyjoy?
Leaving them bare and exposed like playboy
Some have followings they use to humiliate people
On their knees
Some beg each day for a chance to get higher
But it’s impossible
Because unless invited up
You stay in the caste system
You can have as many followers as you want
But if the leaders don’t coronate
You can remain a nobody with whom none wants to relate
Cyber fights
From spineless women who need Jesus in their plight
It’s a daily thing
Constant like selling dreams and summer flings
We block
We stalk
We unfollow
And things we borrow
We leave lasting impressions on others for tomorrow
Sadly no one is thinking that far ahead
Hold on, let me get back to you
I need to post this tweet
And quickly stalk my boo
Don’t even judge me
Aren’t you scrolling down his timeline too?
Remember when certain things were just so exciting you couldn’t keep your hands off it? Those first new toys, new shoes, new boyfriend or girlfriend, oh I already mentioned toys, right? And then slowly, the fun drifted away and it became this lethargic and somewhat tedious job to keep up with the times. Think Facebook.
Well that vibe has slowly crept into Twitter. IT used to be a getaway and DO NOT GET ME WRONG, it has it’s days where it is totally fun but others it’s just blehhhhh…
Not a single day goes with a fight of some sorts ranging from who is sleeping with who’s dad or which one is truly light skinned or not. It can become tiring and frankly overwhelming.. Slander is brought on by a select few, they target the “weak” and turn their misery into trending topics. It ain’t right. It feels in some cases like cyber bulling all in the name of jokes.
Now I’m not the Twitter police and I’m definitely not a saint but I think it is important to be consicous of the effects that some of these things have on people. Some are fine with it but some take just a bit too far. There are people who have committed suicide based on things said to them. Nudes are leaked by scorned partners. Ask.fm hides the ridiculousness of some.
I guess today I’m encouraging us to be a bit more aware of the marks we leave on people. It might only be invisible to you but it makes some unstable. It might only be a 140 characters but it opens up chapters of failure, low self esteem and fear in people.
Be careful. All it takes is sliding into the wrong DMs or you going against the wrong person and you could be brought down really fast. Do good and give good.
Till next time.
Stay Up!
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The End
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Lookout for part 4 of Selfish; this Saturday.
© 2014 #WhatTheHeckMan
Amen.
this is a very lovely message that everyone needs to get. Mean words hurt, heard or read, spoken or typed….We all need to be conscious of this.
“Self appointed with no election” ….if you see the way I just shouted. Like i was in church and just heard that GOOD word, lol.
Much needed reminder to stay humble, and real. There IS life beyond the TL, and the world doesn’t revolve around us and our follower counts. (Bhet…”Spineless women who need Jesus in their plight”…ahn, did you have to sub me like this?)
And I love, love, loveeeeeee this song. Fits this post perfectly.
Well said.. 👏👏 I could say so much, but I think you’ve said enough. We’ll done.
Love love this song. Well said Twitter police 😝 but you’re right.
Not on Twitter per say but I guess I get the message. Unfortunately ppl don’t realize that “140 Character” can be the reason behind ppl’s death and many more. “Self appointed indeed…No election nor nomination” yet people stay bickering like it’s their life/forever. Well said Sanmi!!!
Whoop! Whoop!! You had to go to twirra! Glad you did. Not all tweets are “bants” like we are made to believe some are indirect shade that opens a can of worms for others to fester on. We should all be mindful of our utterances or tweets since we are talking twirra. Thanks Sanmi for going there.
*snaps fingers*
Decades ago our father’s wouldn’t have been able to imagine
That 140 characters would define us
If only people realized that Twitter will be gone soon!
Slandering is not fun or for ‘bants’
It hurts when you’re the target of slander right?
Eyes wildly opened at your 6.7 square inches screen
There’s more to life… Get out, see a play, soak in the beach, read a book, something. anything