True Beauty

What would the world look like unfiltered?

No more false personas or fake facades.

We see beauty in nature,

Not because it conceals who it is,

But rather embraces its true self.

I am filtered behind the illusion of what beauty is,

Bright pink lip-gloss,

Neatly brushed hair,

Purple eye shadow veiling imaginative bright brown eyes,

Camera shy and quiet.

Filtered I am like distilled water,

Not as fascinating as the true essence of

What I am meant to be.

Unfiltered

Imagination surrounds me,

Crashes around me like the stormiest sea,

The sound

Deafening

Memorable

Beautiful.

Frizzy hair in its true glory,

Something no comb can tame.

Outspoken and brave,

But like the calm before the storm

Of the filters we place in our lives.

Filtered we dance when we are told,

Unfiltered we dance in the rain,

Not wanting to miss the beauty of the Storm

Of what we truly are

Before it passes us as we hide behind

The supposed shelter of political correctness

Not wanting to make anyone mad,

When the world is begging for some sort of

Passion,

Sincerity,

Truth,

What we truly believe rather than conforming to what

Society dictates is correct.

Big Bright Brown Eyes become empowered by those filters

Of Purple eye shadow,

Pink lip-gloss too,

When everyone else wears anything but the colors of sincerity.

Veiling who they truly are

While I highlight who am

By simply being me,

That camera shy girl

With the un-brushed hair,

Crooked lip-gloss a little too heavily applied

Purple eye shadow illustrating

The color of imagination

Behind the windows to my soul. 

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