simple plain and green
I want to sport a ponytail,
but you can find me with a bun.
My filters make me stylish, beautiful, and fun
no filter makes me brave, filled with courage, and rough.
green has become my norm which sometimes I hide through a filter
no one can understand the pride I perfrom with all they see is glitter.
but I salute everymorning 0630 sharp
I dont need a filter I serve from the heart.
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