Without filters my pictures are colorful,

Vibrant,

And true.

I am free.

I can kiss a girl with no fear,

Paint without judgement,

Dance without embarrassment.

No filters to decide

If I am a girl in a pink frilly dress,

Or a boy in a hoodie or button down,

There is no holding back anymore.

With no mask to wear,

I don’t have to hide.

My words can sound loud,

Obnoxious,

Honest.

No longer are they

Garbled,

Sugar coated,

Or Quiet.

No more whispering.

Society’s rules can’t stop me now.

Without filters,

I am myself.