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.
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