Filters are for Squares

Her filter is vienna,

His filter is his parents.

People spend hours making a video,

And others spend ours editing a photo.

While the beauty of what they hold

Could possibly be the so called, "mold."

They throw around glitter,

They paint with wax and lotion,

But one of the greatest things on Earth,

Is the ocean.

The ocean has problems,

It has blemishes,

It has misformations.

But on people, these things are vicious. 

Without a filter, my face is fine.

My talk is personal,

My body is mine.