written as a dare cos I lost at Uno


Hi Siri

Siri, play music
Siri, tell me who the president is
Siri, explain psychoanalysis
Siri, remind me to buy bread

Maybe that’s the Siri you know
But the Siri I know
is a Telugu girl in class
She’s the youngest,
possibly the prettiest
in a french braid,
tied by her classmates

Hi Siritha!
Siritha is loaded
with a pretty folder
for her record sheets
and stationary
enough for the whole class

Siritha’s resting bitch face
is famous in the whole department
She’s the right-hand woman
of our class rep
She climbs over desks
to save 2 mins,
Likes the corner seat,
but skips 1st period

She giggles,
she asks questions,
she teaches so well!
She’s blossomed
cos she’s comfortable with us —-
the privileged lot who get to see her grow

Siri, don’t be a robot,
be you,
with or without specs,
with or without folders,
be you, no matter
which boy hacks your whatsapp
be you despite and because of it all.

Siri, play music
Siri, explain classical conditioning
Siri, dance
Siri, laugh
But most of all
Siri, remember we love you!




Poetry by Inspired
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Written on 2026-01-02 at 13:11

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A thought that this was a lovely way to express your appreciation of Siritha, and novel too. Blessings, Allen
2026-01-02