Filters are for Fish
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Some flash exotic colors of Baby Lips
Others puff out with dominance
Strutting, swimming with fish-like slips
Feeding on vague notions of conscience
But I fill my gills with life and drink
Hoping and praying for me and those who sink
Why do guppies in schools call me a disgrace
When I'd rather stay home with a book
than taste Jack as I'm sucking his face?
Why is it bad that I don't care how I look
That I open my eyes and close my mouth
Gulping down water as I try to speak
Watching the birds winter-free, fleeing south?
My mind goes blank as my face lied, or tried
At least my will and my words aren't that weak
As people think, covered in scales to protect
Ourselves from shark-teeth, drowning what we wept
In salty crocodile tears. Seeping into our heart-felt ocean
Making the mascara smear, revealing nude skin
Running down our faces, clearing the lies in slow-motion
When finally all that's left is who we are, we win
Because filters are for fish and we are pure, unadulterated
Sick and tired of putting on a shallow show and-
Never feeling satiated