Beauty has no filter


Beauty has no filter I once thought that filters made things beautiful I would hide my imperfections And display myself as a perfect doll I would shut out my uniqueness, my personality To be like everyone else I thought fitting in was beautiful I thought assimilating into society was beautiful But it is not Being bold and yourself is beautiful It is your uniqueness that will draw people towards you Like a moth to a flame I will never hide again Beauty has no filter

This poem is about: 
Our world


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