UNfiltered

The world as I see it,

unfiltered,

is not shown through our screens

is it?

My freckled face,

unfiltered,

is now in valencia

framed?

What happeed to the light

from the sun up above?

What happened to natural beauty

everybody loved?

Apparently now what your eyes see,

is no longer normal,

just filter free. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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