The Fox Face

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Click. Shutter. Snap.

The color burst and reality cracks

into millions of pixels that you refuse to put back. 

Digital world of digital needs

earases who you should be.

 

Cold water. Reality checks. 

Turn off the camera and hit reset.

Dark ebony hair-to others its black.

Deep brown eyes that people tend to generalize.

To me I have a figure of gold. 

No need for photo shopping,

true beauty is what I'm told.

 

A glance in the mirror

natural blush on my face,

a kiss from the sun to give color to my face.

I live with no filter

for that would be a lie.

To cover up what God created,

that should be a crime.

This poem is about: 
Me

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