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.