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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…
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.
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,
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
