I Remember but who I am


I remember the way the filters made me look,

so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new.

I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,

making it somthing better, something others would love to be.

but, now I know the filters are hiding the real me.

Without the filters, i've noticed who I really am

I am the sparkle of the stars at night,

the shine of the sun when it's so bright.

I am the rainbow after a dark storm,

calm but wild with beauty within miles.

I don't need filters or tilts to feel beautiful,

I need cofidence, faith, and be glad I have the good lords grace.

                                     - Brandy Stehling



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