It’s not that I’ve something to hide;
Because I have a lock pattern on my phone;
It’s just that it is me on a technologic device;
A visual, audio and lexical representation of my being;
Where I can be myself without having to worry about another’s impression;
We are already being judged by our words and actions by the world;
Why can’t I have my phone to myself?
Why do some get offended by confidentiality? It’s not about you, it’s about me.
There’s nothing shady on it, trust me;
Some things are just for my ears and eyes only.
When I want you to see it, I’d gladly let you.
It’s not that I don’t like people;
But we all have a right to our personal spaces;
One I don’t take lightly;
Some have wider spaces than others;
So can accommodate numbers at a time;
But mine is like a bubble;
One I love to stay in by myself;
I function best when ridin’ solo;
It doesn’t mean I don’t like teamwork;
But there’s a time for everything, right?
So don’t burst my bubble and invade my space;
I will come out of it when I feel it’s time;
Not a second earlier or later.
Demanding to have your privacy respected;
Doesn’t make you snobbish;
You can never please everyone no matter how hard you try;
So why not look out for yourself once in a while?
Most people would drain you of all you have;
Without an effort to help you replenish;
So when it’s time for you to shut down;
Do so without apology;
Take all the rest you need and do some reflection;
And come out stronger, better and in control;
People respect those who respect themselves;
It all starts with you.
© Josephine Amoako 2017
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