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A rose shielded by thorns the description that perfectly describes me you see another magnificent piece of God's artwork on display that's never to be touched for I fear…
The first time I wrote a poem I was in third grade
I cant seem to get my hair straight for crap.
If it's true, What they say About a picture Being worth a thousand words, Why do we hide? Behind all these filters? These lies? I hate my smile.
When I was a child I was my true self
No filter is needed to see who this is A girl with such a bliss Someone who they miss But in history, they've shown of me what should be As now I uncover my destiny Now the filters may disappear
Hearts and thumbs up seem to feed our souls We feel the need to recieve validation by the touch of others through a screen
Mono, Tonal, Noir, Fade Why must I use one of these to receive no shade? No shade for the way my skin has small blotches, But I notice the way he or she watches My face.
A small circle lens knows the real me, two brown oval eyes, a small round nose, a smile that glows and hair that flows. A girl that hides behind, heartbreak and tears. You will never see it in her pictures,
Truth is something one must give to himself.
There are those same brown eyes that stare back at me in the mirror every day Happy? I don’t know, but I could fool anyone I sometimes stand emotionless and empty inside, but appear complete on the outside
Rebecca Harris No Filter Scholarship Slam 13 February 2015 Buried Treasure If the world chose who I would be
I am myself With no filter. Playing music as loud as it can go, Dancing in my room, Signing at the top of my lungs, With no filter. Glasses on, Sweatpants keepng me warm,
I am a series of syllables, Thrown together with whimsy and chance. I am a sea of endless thoughts with waves so large they threaten to pull me under and drown me.
These filters This lighting "No no no, wait that one wasn't good Let's take another" We're all so worried about looking good all the time
Who is this guy? I have a vague recollection of his existence, Seems like he came back with a vengeance, This guy just told me he took more than a small step forward, but he got his legs shot off,
If I feel like you don't love me You should know that is a problem Understand what I'm saying
Some say truth lies within a reflection of ourselves behind the mirror beyond the filters of filters we know and all we try to fight against my mirror stands before me