Without a filter we could change the world.

With out filter I'm not gorgeous.
Stunning is not a word you could use to describe me.
My hair doesn't stay in place, 
My eyes color is too dark.
I don't wear make up, my face is not always full of color.
It's not always even, it sometimes has acne. 
With my collar bones budging out of my skin, 
They are desired by some, and unwanted by others.
My arms are not the perfect size my shoulders are larger.
My fingers too skinny, my wrists too tiny.
My waist too small, my hip bones too noticeable,
My thigh gap is frowned upon. 
Only because I want it. Because I want all these bones to show. 
My knees are not perfect my feet are small, my skin is dry.
My hair comes out easily, my arms are hairs, my freckles are random, 
I am not pretty. 
 
 
 
Without a filter my words are harsh to myself.
I am my own worst enemy. 
Thinking I'm fat, and unwanted, unneeded, unloved. 
 
 
 
My words to people would have good intentions, 
But they would be harsh,
because I am tired of watching people be mean to each other. 
They would be real and mean and unexpected from a small person.
 
 
 
But to the other, to the supposedly:
 
 unloved,
 
Unwanted,
 
Unneeded,
 
Ugly, 
 
Nerdy,
 
Stupid,
 
Depressed,
 
Suicidal,
 
Anxious,
 
Traumatized,
 
Angry,
 
Self harmer,
 
Bi-polar,
 
Schizophrenic, 
 
Motherless, 
 
Fatherless,
 
Friendless,
 
Homeless,
 
And everyone,
 
even the ones who can be mean.
My words would drown them in love. I would tell them I love you.
I would tell them all the words each and every one of them needed to hear.
I would speak of hope, of God, love, music, comfort, a better life, and I would go on. 
And on.
And on.
Because those people need hear what I a too afraid to tell them.
I am too afraid of scarring them, I just want to love them with all my heart.
 
 
Without a filter I am beautiful, just like you and everyone else in the world.
Without a filter my love is endless and God shows through in every word I say. 
Without a filter we could move oceans.
We could show everyone they belong here.
We could love each other. 
We could change the world.
What if we didn't use a filter for just one day? 

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