In My Head

Spoken Word Poetry.

A poem about the clash between expectation and reality.

An excerpt from Hello.

Shot on iPhone 7.

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Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.