Without all the extras
Without the filters I place upon myself
The only difference between another and myself
Are the thoughts that run through our heads
Beneath the clothing, the skin, the flesh, and blood
We are all human,
Only unique in mind.
But filter out our beliefs in gender, society, sexuality, religion, life
The things that shape a person
The thoughts that make us different
Then who are we?
All thats left are our base attributes,
Not even our morals are left the same.
Without the filters, we are not us.
We are nothing.
It is the filters we have in our lives that make us us,
The more filters we add the more authentic we are
It isn’t about changing who you are on the outside to fit in,
But showing who you are on the inside out.
Why are we so focused on taking them away?
On showing that everyone is the same,
Because we are not.
Without my filter
I am no different than anyone else
And to me the most authentic version of me
Is unique and filtered.
The me that binds my chest
To filter out my femininity.
The me that dyes my hair and dresses punk
Helps to filter me out from everyone else.
The me that filters out the swear words
As not to offend adults or teach children my bad habit.
The me that takes pictures with my face tilted and filtered
Because the camera can never capture who I am in real life.
I am a 17 year old Androgynous teen
Who dresses like they’re in a band.
Who is different.
I am simply another teenage girl
Who doesn’t stand out from the crowd
Who is the same as everyone else.
So why must me we tear away the filters
When the most authentic version of a person
Is who they’ve created throughout their life