the words didn't come easy
when i sat down to ... write
I almost claimed writer's block and gave up without a
fight "no filter", my topic
a pretty broad umbrella
specifity needed, my headache more evil than cruella
what more could i write that could possibly define me
under the spectrum of no filter
i had to find something...
and then a light-bulb went off when I wasn't thinking of it
to yield to my creative intuition...
I HAD TO SNAP A FLICK!
so i raised up my right arm, tilted my head to the side,
and studied my features--even the ones i wished to hide
and suddenly, no filter totally made sense
I chuckled to myself and made a grand entrance
to the filterless world,
and no sooner than i set my foot in, i set my eyes on a girl
with a smile, genuinely widened
warm, brown eyes to confide in
she mentioned to me, so fearlessly
that my soul existed filterlessly
and that a paper and pen could be my bestfriend
and that my confidence would never die if i kept the beauty within
"radiant", "warm", "breeze"
all miniscule things
I could change the world in a way that was positive and healthy
no one could define me based off the filter on my selfie
no filter meant just being me
and in doing so being the change I wanted to see
the rhythm and the rhyme would be here in time
as long as I made a point in getting my message through
Letting my arm down, dropping my phone on the bed
I looked in the mirror, smiled brightly and said "This one is for you."