Perception is an imperial photo filter

heavy, rich, pink, flawless

seeing the world through rose colored glasses

hiding

their hidden master,

draped with a n o t h e r persona

Like a child wearing her mother's blazer and heels

Anchoring a free

floating spirit firmly onto

hardwood planks

Not intrinsically comfortable

But reassuring just the same.

The barrier between  

   me   

and the hungry audience

Waiting just on the other side

For my shrouding filters to rise

So ravenous eyes can feast on

#every

#single 

#imperfection

Wear the Rose Colored Glasses    

    like perfection is true

Mask nature's beastly beauty

For beauty always serves a purpose.

Wear the mask as all others do;

Harrison Bergeron's handicapper

So no body and nobody are ever unequal

Being 6 feet

under

a smooth skinned

smoky eyed

sierra or sutro standard

Perfection is utopian

so pretending to be should be dystopian

Nature's nurturing nickname

never

ever

made to be hidden.

So perception, stickler friend

pretend beauty is only defined by our bodies

and let the confident, beautifully imperfect

lift the filters from their eyes

For as they lift,

they do not lift for you.