There is a girl inside of me
That wants to be all she can be.
The parts that I give permission
For you to see
Are filtered oh so heavily.
Behind the Walden, the Hudson, the X-Pro II,
There's a young student, perhaps like you.
She's tired, but hopeful,
And when she thinks she's through,
She holds her head high, for she has work to do.
She started reading when she was three;
Reads bell hooks and Poe religiously.
She was one day diagnosed with anxiety,
And though she runs and laughs and writes
She is not free.
I can't even tell you
How much I used to be proud
(So, so, so proud)
My declaration would be loud
When I announced
That I'd taken off my makeup
That covered my face like a shroud.
I would upload evidence to Instagram
Do you know how many likes I can
Get in just an hour span
of saying I'm not wearing makeup?
And sweetheart, I will have you know
If I don't use a filter? I'll make a huge show
About how it's lovely, and no one will know
That a simple hashtag caused my confidence to grow.
But I do wonder, why do I care?
Would you judge me if I had a flyaway hair?
Or knew that I spend quite a fair
Amount of time getting the angle right.
Because behind the camera, my tears all run
While I plead silently, notifications will come
Right? It's just two taps, with your right thumb
Before you scroll right to the next one.