Filter no. Nayomi
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even unfiltered,
i'm still an enigma.
a brain full of musfeul prose.
unknown, even to myself.
a collection of thoughts,
that were manipulated by others.
unfiltered,
i am a wilting flower
struggling
to pull itself upright.
grappling to understand who i am.
i want to be beautfiul, heartfelt
adjectives.
i want to bleed words. and
inspire them.
in my sloppy handwriting
and my ungraceful walk
my clumsy words and my
impulsive tongue.
there are things
i wish weren't me.
i'm not as pure and compassionate,
on the outside, as i wish to be.
i wish to be brave enough
to be soft and gentle
yet still strong.
my fear of abandonment
takes precedence over how much i care...
about everything and everyone.
i'm sarcastic and blunt
and somtimes cold
to mask how much
i care. and how
scared and vulnerable
i feel.
but underneath,
i'm still that little girl.
who sees and feels the good in everyone.
even the people who don't deserve it.
i'm still that little girl who's afraid.
afraid of the future.
afraid of the present.
unfiltered,
i'm nervous.
big hearted.
a thoughtful mouth
that can't pull the words together
unless there's a pen in my hand.
unfiltered,
i love too much
and too soon.
unfiltered,
i'm a writer.
an optimist.
a lover.
and sarcastic about it all.
unfiltered,
i'm me.
and there's
no better way
to describe me
than
with one single
word:
unflitered.