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Let it Be.


We perceive the world in pictures, colors and shapes filtering out unnecessary red eyes, dark splotches and blemishes with finger swipes and button presses We can’t seem to let things be. I come from the southwest- a Desert Dweller Where tan lines run rampant, like swimming pools, like cacti A world brimming with pictures and colors and shapes Society boasts that a picture’s worth a thousand words I pick up my own picture, hold it by the edges Smooth out a crease where the sun’s coming down, bright flare in the corner of the frame I want this to generate a symphony Let it be, let it be, let it be. Without my filter, I am not a demographic statistically inclined towards making lettered choices Not darkening the frame to highlight Mexican heritage I’m “too white” to have No sultry eyes, puffed out lips, low cut shirt I wear my T-shirt and ripped jeans proud, a minimalist. A picture’s worth a thousand words and my picture, Unadulterated, Uncensored, Unfiltered Is a story Let it be, let it be, let it be. It’s a girl in a T-shirt, no makeup Standing in a field of wild flowers before the monsoon hits A girl who sings in the car, likes peanut butter off the spoon Dreams in bright colors and can’t stop making words and music Life is a story, not a destination And my body is a song I want to stretch oceans wider than the imagination And advocate the importance of stories and music to promote compassion I want to create something that makes people feel Because, aren’t we all born to make art? You wouldn’t know it now- layers of selfies and snapchats Degrading visual expression when, there isn’t a formula for beauty, recipe for honest compassion Compassion is a symphony. We watch, snap, tweet, text, post- losing our image Perpetuating the rarity of our authenticated, honest self It’s one in a million. Our horizons stretch into infinity, not limited by perceptions of perfection and beauty We are all songs and symphonies, stories of infinity We can’t try hard to be ourselves- we just are And our words and thoughts cannot be replicated No posing, edits, filters can create raw human life I smile, and that one shot is my One in a million. Unadulterated, Uncensored, Unfiltered Let it be, let it be, let it be. All of me
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