The World Sees

Who am I when the World doesn't See,
Without the Filters and Trying to Please?
My Hair doesn't Sit right
And my Skin doesn't Shine,
My Teeth aren't as White
But my Smile is Genuine. 
So I Forget all the Filters and Accept who I am,
Created so Special by God's Precious Hand.



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This is the way I am without the filters that I put on for the world...

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