A Filter For the Non-Filter Days

Morning I wake up covered in dust

 

Lying in bed all night makes my bones feel like rust

 

What I can do to make myself look "right"

 

I look for the nearest mirror; and turn out the lights

 

But no, that's wrong that's not what I need

 

A "selfie" in the dark is letting my mind bleed

 

I turn the light back on to see my face

 

I look to the right, where my makeup's in place

 

I look down to the counter to see liner, shadow and blush, and other useless tasks

 

I say to myself "I look pretty" when I wear this makeup mask

 

But really that's just taking a stab to days past

 

Today is a new day; where I'm in my own skin

 

No second skin, extra red lips, or hair pin

 

I want a filter on me even when I'm not in pictures

 

I filter that would just be over my face, so I feel good when I look in mirror fixtures

 

But today I expand my mind to a more beautiful thought

 

I take my makeup off, no mask, no filter,

 

Just a beautiful me, all ready for a normal picture

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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