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I am more than the picture on your timeline


Arch your back Now pout your lips Wait, wait move your shoulder near your chin Now click That’s your typical instagram pic It’s a process I admit I sometimes hide behind filters It’s like I am my own personal builder To create an illusion that I am flawless No I did not wake up like this Behind the countless selfies is a girl sun kissed skin thin lips curvy hips blue tips I can alter how people perceive me and I control what they see I never take a full body picture because there is no filter to hide my insecurities My pores become pixelated I live in a society where real names become less known I like to think of myself as a leader but I am a follower of 552 accounts I am more than just a picture down your timeline I am a girl whose spine isn’t aligned so I find comfort in slouching My favorite body part is my hands because they allow me to put a pen to paper which in the digital age is rare I am more than just a picture on your timeline No filter can cover up my mistakes No filter can erase my shame My favorite filter is the sun Thru the lense I can make my world black and white but why would I want to cover up a world so beautifully bright I speak my mind and my mouth has no filter which is a blessing and a curse A picture is worth a thousand words A filter can stop that story Behind the double taps is a girl I am more than just a picture on your timeline If I adjust the brightness, even out the contrast, lower the saturation, and add a shadow I can possibly hide behind it No filter can enhance my intellect By chance can see my flaws that I applause because without them I wouldn’t be me If we were to make human interaction which is a bit old fashion I couldn’t hide behind Hudson and you’d see me on “normal” filter You would see a girl who was sun kissed has thin lips curvy hips blue tips I am more than just an instagram pic You would smell the mixture of coconut and vanilla if I was close enough You would hear the excitement in my voice when I talked about something I love and the twinkle in my eyes You would feel my soft hands when you shake them I am girl who can’t hide behind a filter in reality No picture can capture my complex mentality I am more than just a picture on your timeline
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