Unearthed and Honest
Location
Another long day
Pretending to be
A perfect version
Of myself.
Filtering through
Every image I see,
I am nothing but
What others desire.
Behind all of paint,
Behind the plastic,
I am truly just as lovely,
I now realize so.
I am the fire that glows,
I am the wild
Elusive fox,
I am a beautiful,
Natural woman,
Behind the filter.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world