Could I be more than just a single frame,
to rise above the 2-D smile,   
To dare to show myself, this is my aim,
instead of fused with photoshopped beguile.

As I before that silent mirror stand,
I dare to lift my head to truly see
Past filters, make-up and a perfect tan,   
Each blemish that makes me recognizably me.

I am of normal size, of merely normal weight
I check, on forms, the simple box for “White,”
In pictures- eyes are blue, and hair too straight,
But what can show them who I truly am?

And as for things, much more unseen,
My character and personality,
Can these, the fundamentals of me,
Be captured with a click or check?

However, more importantly,
To really see myself, this is my plea.