The Contrast of Life

Behind these fake lights, true brightness shines.

No faded colors. Or accented lines.

I am not really that tan. And my hair?

Not that fine.

So what would make me choose this fake light?

Take it back to the 70's. Polaroid my life.

Capture every moment of realism. Even those we live in strife.

I am blonde. Blue eyed. An "all American" girl.

I laugh obnoxiously loud and I love the world.

My heart screams with passion. You can't filter that.

I refuse to hide my intelligence with the gauge of contrast.

Come into the real light. There is no filter here.

We all speak our minds. Pour into each other.

Beauty, sadness, and cheer.

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