No Filter

The flash creates a shadow across my face.

One that ignores the contouring that I have done

To make my face appeal more to your eye.

But why?

Why do I even care if I impress you?

A Stranger? With no effect on my life?

I’ve got hair that falls straight

Without the help of a burning item

To the middle of my back.

It’s thick and brown

And all my friends love it.

I’ve got eyes that bore into souls

With a dash of warmth.

Try getting that to show through a filter.

They’re brown; like milk chocolate.

And just right for my face.

I’ve got skin that is clear

Well, for the most part.

I tan easily throughout the summer

And keep most of it for the winter.

Beat that, you washing out flash!

But what those photos don’t tell you

But what those photos can’t tell you

But what those photos won’t tell you

Is how I drop everything for those I care about.

Is how I fill my mind with the words of the poets that came before me.

Is how I far I’ve come since my lowest point.

But what those photos don’t show you

But what those photos can’t show you

But what those photos won’t show you

Is how I make my cousins smile when I babysit.

Is how I give up my time to pass out food.

Is how I try so hard to you everything for everyone.

But me? Just me?

I am a human being

Who doesn’t need a filter.