Unearthed and Honest


Another long day

Pretending to be

A perfect version

Of myself. 

Filtering through 

Every image I see,

I am nothing but

What others desire.

Behind all of paint,

Behind the plastic, 

I am truly just as lovely,

I now realize so.

I am the fire that glows,

I am the wild

Elusive fox,

I am a beautiful,

Natural woman,

Behind the filter. 


This poem is about: 
Our world


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