I have an Instagram,

I have a feed,

I have a compilation of pictures that could plant seeds,

I can help grow flowers or create weeds,

I have followers, my posts, they do read.

Oh no, my post limit, I will now exceed.

 

My friends see me every day,

They reckon that I am beautiful,

I smile in dismay.

 

Though that used to not be enough,

I’d scowl and I’d scuff,

And If I didn’t get enough likes on a picture,

I’d sigh and I’d huff.

 

To gain lots of double taps,

I could cover up my face perhaps,

I’ll use a filter,

That would do the job,

Hide my blemishes,

So I wouldn’t look at my picture and sob.

 

I have an Instagram,

I have a feed,

I have a compilation of pictures that could plant seeds,

I can help grow flowers or create weeds,

I have followers, my posts, they do read.

Oh no, my post limit, I will now exceed.

 

I did that for a while,

Recreating versions of myself for others to see,

With my apps, I covered up who I was underneath,

Beautiful and unique

 

Overtime I lost numbers and stats,

I saw who unfollowed me, wow those rats!

But then I asked myself why,

And I realized it was not about my eyes or thighs,

Or even the filter “Lo-Fi.”

 

It was about me,

And who I am on the inside,

And what I chose to post showed who I am,

I shouldn’t compare my own post to this girl named Sam,

She was gorgeous,

But in my own way I am too,

I am black and I am blue,

I am yellow and red,

I am words and things left unsaid,

I am dark haired and fair skinned,

I control how I feel from the within,

 

This is me,

now show me you,

I promise you might like you too.

 

Plant flowers, and not water weeds,

Show people they are special and can post what they please.

Live life unfiltered.