I Remember but who I am
I remember the way the filters made me look,
so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new.
I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,
making it somthing better, something others would love to be.
but, now I know the filters are hiding the real me.
Without the filters, i've noticed who I really am
I am the sparkle of the stars at night,
the shine of the sun when it's so bright.
I am the rainbow after a dark storm,
calm but wild with beauty within miles.
I don't need filters or tilts to feel beautiful,
I need cofidence, faith, and be glad I have the good lords grace.
- Brandy Stehling
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