True You
Filters mask our true faces,
Travel and filters matter less in far away places.
Take away all the edits,
Behind all the sarcastic wit,
You will find a young woman trying to make herself fit.
In small villages in barren places,
I saw people that despite pain kept smiles upon their faces.
No longer trying to mold myself to fit a caste,
My true identity was revealed at last.
Caring, compassionate, perseverant and true,
I looked into the mirror and said "This is the real you."
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