Filter me not
Filterless my legs are scabbed.
Turf burns cover my elbows and knees.
Filterless you can see the sweat beading down my face;
The intense look on my face has I play the game.
A ball at my feet, a bow in my hair.
Filterless you see the stains on my uniform;
Marking the effort I put in.
Filterless you can see the little girl I used to be.
I am a soccer player,
Filterless this is me.
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