A little more left.

Shift the angle, the lighting, the camera lens.

Fix your hair as a strand bends

               on

               the

                 breeze.

Don’t smile so big, this is supposed to be sexy.

Stretch your neck.

This isn’t me, or anyone. Damn.

You don’t understand I am

               more

                              than

                                             meat.

But I don’t have a voice in a picture.

This filter is oppressive.

This filter is derogatory.

This filter is heavy.

This filter is sexist.

This filter is empty.

This filter is below me.

So I’m begging, beseeching, imploring and screaming;

     I’m desperately pleading, urging and praying:

No more filters.