When I take a picture
I smile and stare at my relfection.
My mind wonders if they will like it
if they will see me the way  I see me.
Add a filter to hide imperfections
maybe make it black and white
and change the lighting.
Turn up the brightness,
turn down the contast.
Add some highlights,
add some shadows.
And for what?
We hide behind the camera,
only hopeful that someone 
will see our beauty 
the way we see it.
But will they ever see us behind a filter?
This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world



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