Awakening
Sepia, black and white,
Nashville, hefe, willo,
Lo-fi, hi-fi,
1977
They all start to look the same
After an hour or two.
Oh wait this one looks good!
Is this a new filter or some sort of trick?
For the effect reads “normal”
But I can actually see who I am in this pic.
Take away the edit
We are back to square one.
Who knew my eyes were grey
Not a fake blue or green?
And look at all my little freckles
Before completely unseen.
And what’s that there in the background?
Without the filters we can see
The beach, a sailboat, relatives and friends
Things previously obscured by childish vanity.
My smile lines deeper
My lips a little chapped
I’m not wearing makeup
I don’t want to be trapped
By the standards girls hold
For themselves and for others.
I am my own being
I make my own druthers.
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