She hoped her Prince Charming was a data miner
hacking his way to her as we speak
sluicing terabits to find out all about her
She expected her Prince Charming to be a data miner
working up a sweat to pan her thumbs and hearts
dredging her interests and skills to create a match
She waited for her Prince Charming, a data miner
who’d love everything about her before they even met
so she shared her preferences, medical history, police record
She knew her Prince Charming would be a data miner
and awaited his first message –
I know you. We belong together.
I’ve just read a scary article in The Guardian about Tinder and the gathering of personal data. Tinder (honestly) states you should not expect that your personal information, chats, or other communications will always remain secure. Somehow, that article led to this poem. Which means I’m on day 2 of OctPoWriMo 2017!
Unassorted stories 
so happy to hear what inspired your poetry. any technology is a double-edged sword for sure…
Yes!
Scary, isn’t it?
So glad I don’t use these apps!
Sadly, they know everything…(K)
It’s so extreme that my mind won’t even sci fi about it, I know I’m totally behind on what’s possible and that it’s worse than I can imagine.
When I went to freeze my credit after the Equifax breach, they ask questions to determine if you are you who say you are…like they knew what job I had in 1975! And there’s no oversight at all…
Yikes!
Great poem! As subtle and powerful as its subject matter.
What a lovely compliment, thank you!
I love finding out where a peraon’s inspiration comes from. You pulled me in from the beginning to the end. Well sone.
Peace,
Morgan
Thank you!
Technology – awe-inspiring and scary! Brilliant write, Angela ❤
AS we were discussing, this one of mine isn’t unrelated:
http://www.ianbadcoe.uk/2017/09/sept-29th-agency.html
I hope that people will visit yours as well, I love it! Hence the invite.