Behind the filter who am I?

Behind the rose tint and the tweaked waist who am I?

I am the scars that decorate me face

For they tell MY story

I am each little curl in my hair 

For they tell MY heritage

I am the crooked smile

For it tells MY happiness

I am the brown eyes

For they streach deep into MY soul

My flaws demand to seem 

My pain demands to be soon

My story demands to be told

I am living with #NoFilter


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