Behind the black and white edit of my picture
is the color of
I can choose to filter the
I can angle the picture as if to slant
the reality of what I see as imperfection
and tilt it 20° towards
But what an edit option cannot filter is
the passion in my heart,
the happiness I pursue,
the peacefulness I find in the quiet moments before I fall asleep.
My insecurities are little to none
in contrast to the security I have in my faith.
My doubts are far and few
when I focus on the assurance I have in my talents.
My comparisons are comforting
when I acknowledge who I am because of who I was.
The only angle that can fix my interpretation of perfect
is the angle of my eyes as I walk through a crowd;
never looking down to hide my uncertainty,
but rather looking up to find my way
through the slanted perception of perfect that this society has gained.
The only filter that can erase the
is the filter in my mind
of which is highlighted with optimism,
brightened with clarity,
and saturated with confidence
in knowing that I am