No Filter Needed, No Filter Wanted

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No filter needed, no filter

wanted.

My body, my face, and my beauty shine effortlessly

without

effort, to cover up what I should be shining

out.

Outside I don´t conform, I accept and 

neglect

to accept stereotypes and change my type to their

stereos.

I have my own music and I use it without

filter.

Without autotune to tune my tunes which define

me.

Undeifined because I do not have a 

lable.

I am stabley unstable, discovering myself

everday.

And I have discovered that I shine.

 

Who I am is a person like all, but like

no other.

I laugh, I sing, I cry during movies I actually want to

see

rather than the popular films of sex and 

popuarity.

I want others to see me as I am, why be liked for who I am

not.

That´s not me.

 

I am mysterious and wise, my faith my own 

choice.

I do not conform, I stand out as my own crazy

person

personifying the materialistic world that surounds

me.

And me, is a very odd concept.

For who is me, that you will see, but a 

picture.

A picture with no filter needed, no filter

wanted.

This poem is about: 
Me

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