UNfiltered
The world as I see it,
unfiltered,
is not shown through our screens
is it?
My freckled face,
unfiltered,
is now in valencia
framed?
What happeed to the light
from the sun up above?
What happened to natural beauty
everybody loved?
Apparently now what your eyes see,
is no longer normal,
just filter free.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world
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