Likes and Flights


I hope they like it.

I hope they see it.

But why can I not believe it?

That girl inside 

that picture you see

is someone you know

but is not me.


Behind the lighting, the filters, and the smiles,

there's still a girl who has walked for miles,

in shoes that cause people to stare

only to judge her on what she wears.


One can stalk and creep

past 17 weeks

but until you meet,

you'll never know  her past the physique.

Creativity, humor,  passion

can only show so much within a caption.


So before you judge what you see,

remember I am me,

you are you,

and she is she.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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