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How can I describe my stay?I thought am here to stay,I thought I got no house rent to pay,Despite been in the wilderness,I feel on top of the world sometimes. How can I describe my stay in the wilderness?Even when mast Gen goes off,And no network
  Febuary 2, 2015 Math. It sucks but so does my life. Nothing to do, no one to know until...he was at the corner of my eye as I turned, one that I never noticed in the room.
I will remember 2015 as the yearI was obsessed with Starbucks and sadness.When the coffee stains mixedwith tear stains on my notebooks.  
Maybe If I’m doused in paint-- Shotgunning tiny, colorful pellets Against my face, neck, and heart To cover the crushing doubt
Anxiety-ridden pen tapping Disguised as alluring, melancholic beats Stress-biting nails bare Until blackened self-hate Pours out of the tips of your fingers
existence is fragile every moment is fleeting I can not help thinking this will all be over soon   days pass so slow but one day you will look in the rearview everything's behind you
Part of me,Is under control by you.Part of me,Aches for your attention too.The hugs, the lies,The face, the cries.What am I to you? You tricked me,you hurt me,You lied.You made me stay up at night.It brought me to tears,So dont say no more.Your wo
See as it comes towards the seasons of celebrations ,  it saddens me to be the one who brings commiserations , A year we entered  with nothing but hope ,
When I feel the bass guitar thrumming long strokes inside my chest, swimming backwards along my spine, it reminds me I am alive.   When I allow the tinny audio
Cacophony, n. harsh discordance of sound; dissonance: it's the sound of a coffee cup clattering rolling on the tile of a classroom floor the anxiety of the ACT bolded, capitalized, yelled across
Brick tiles skin in imprints.   Bloody and raw knuckles left behind, refreshing anger stops and long sorrow christens.
You and I are impossible to understand, far from tangible sight and inconceivable to ancient astronomers.  
I want to learn more Education is the key to life no one can take it away, and no one can tell me I can't learn So I want more   I've learned many skills, I have worked to improve them too
My brother and I learned how to breathe together, but we soon became a set of tools. He was a plow and I was the rake. I collected the stones he threw. I became the ladder when he picked orchards.
I am broken beyond repair and flawless as well, spinning logic and rendering it useless and disgraced. I am wrong and I am right both simultaneously and equally,
The seems of my disguise burst at the seams Of simmering restraint. For, sun-like, beams The shadowed self through artificial means, Resplendent force that must demand be seen. To know myself by peering outside-in
Rauschenberg in '53 Asked Bill De Kooning, "Please do me A favor! I must un-create- Give me a work to commutate!" Erased De Kooning, scrubbed to white, Gave the art world such a fright!
It's hard to put in words, what makes this body me. But trying to be anyone else, is something I couldn't be.   I wish that I could describe my life in these few words
I remember when you walked into the room Your eyes touched mine, then flicked away without a second glance Honestly i didn't know anything could be so good Then you spoke and my world crashed and scattered
Beauty is never a careful color Its an angry amber, a vibrating violet Courage is never a planned step Its a shaky bridge, a broken ankle Truth is never a smile and a wink Its a broken dream, a sober triumph
  When you look at me, what do you see? I would hope that it would be my personality But That is not what society has taught you, me… we. You see my #TBT, selfies and who follows me But
I am a numbers person. I am whole numbers, sometimes only fractions or percentages, and not always rational.
Hope you die first that’s all I can think about. Your love was like Poison that fell down on me like acid rain.
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She’s the creativity that flows on paper The one that gets inspired by many things The young lady that expresses herself through her fluid movements  
If I COULD change things I WOULD   If I was GIVEN the chance to go back in time I'll be first in line 
Allow me to present myself resent myself present myself Im Rocky like the fighter, mountain, road that I've walked in on Im just an odd soul resident of Chicago where I let my mind flow free
Blooms' aromas mutter  to the breeze, silencing man hypnotic pleasure.
I am unidentified. A pretty face and name with a unknown destiny. They ask me to be vocal, But I AM afraid, They ask me to be aggressive, But I believe in inner peace They ask me to be in power,
Allow me to reintroduce myself.
What do I find awesome? Education and the fact that it helps me blossom Everything from reading to color coding notes Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
I always had big dreams. I want the big houses and fancy cars living normal, not like the stars. I don't need the papparazzi or the fame. All that puts an X on your name. Please take my advice,
Misused, abused and left sitting confused Disrespected & rejected
Laughter Independence Friendships Expression Imagination Smiling Adventure Wondering Endurance Sincerity Optimism
How does one know when all is well? Don't worry, there's an aswer to the question, There's no wrong answer, but seek the answer in the lesson   It was as simple as the words that you see me typing,
Everythng Is AWESOME! It's a New Day! A Time to Refres and Be a Greater You! Yes, meaning that GREAT is Already in YOU! Everything is AWESOME! Me - Him - Her - YOU!
they say change is a bad thing I always heat "nobody likes change" I don't find this true I live for change Change brings adventure and beauty and new life Change brings new chances and adreniline 
it starts with hot breath   he leans in to kiss her  
What a nut What a crazy girl She’s lost her mind She is lost She has no guide Her pain suffers
Now I'm not political. I dont vote. Not even old enough to have taxes to do. But some things have been said that simply aren't true. Now i'm not Mexican. But I am a minority of a minority Black, Hispanic ,Native ,woman and left handed too.
I have often heard the sky is blue and how the grass is green,
Smoking Cigs while listening to post-punk. What a way to die. Sipping poisonous punch, staring at neon stars, observing couples symblozing the synths Did I accept or reject the lie Honeslty I am not sure
Don't fall for a girl like me. I'm warning you now and I assure I'll warn you again. My loves the kind of wretched feeling that can't leave you be. I'll make you feel as if you are nothing but tin.
Everything is Awesome When you know You woke up Had a nice breakfast Hit the roads Can come back to your momma Knowing you survived another day Everything is Awesome When you know
The music fills my ears making my soul beat with the rythm My heart pumps as the notes flow in me.
I'm so nervous and scared, I'm panicking horribly, driving myself mad, my skin feels more sensitive now, hairs risen up, electrified.
If I could make the flow of my hands just a bit more....smooth.If I could make the pictures last long enough in my mind to take the time to draw them perfectly.
They told me, Sometime during your inception That I was given a gift  
Your skin, it breathes Your hair, it speaks, Your mouth it loves. You speak gods into the minds of men and your silence shakes the Earth that supports you Its hard to feel awesome, when pain lingers
Dont you hate how things waste away Here one day, gone the next I guess everyone has a debt to pay Laughter and sadness, life and death This is the cycle of time Circling the universe like a behemoth
  I’ve seen too many women crucify themselves for the wrongs others have dealt them.  
How may I destroy you all? That your image be cast away They commentate my rise and remember your fall Celebrate my life and scorn your dying day All of the former,make way for the latter
You rested your head against the mossy tree stump never minding the ache as you sprawled upon the wet grass that dampened your dress and your eyes ate up the stars your fingers outstretched towards the sky, grasping
Break down Shimmer and crumple Let them glide with a stride so perplex As men begin to withstand the precocious Demands of his brethren                          Let the people speak
Forever and ever Love ballads written proclaiming my undying love  Months of long, late night calls. Forever and ever Turned upside down So fast. My head is still spinning.
She stares  out the window pane with the flowers in her cold hands.  Slowly the petals drop and with them  her face disappears down into the dark.    He poisoned her. It was too late now
It’s in the way I see shapes in the clouds. It’s how I feel when the sun kisses the horizon good night.  It’s when the bride and groom hold hands.  It’s the first breath from the summit.   
may this book you read
I write to you, dear audience
The veins wind their way down the petals of my thighs the beauty of the earth is found in my beautiful brown eyes.
They drive me  like a clean cut Lambo down the A1A with my hair in the wind insane. They make me like a dishwasher violently correcting with the voice hitting the ceiling angry.
My feet are starting to hurt. Why the hell did I do this?   God, I think my heart is going to explode.
What if everything changed? What if it got better? What if it got worse? What if it I was happy?
Be with someone whose words make you
It shines so brightlyupon your near perfect skinfor once, I am home.
The sun sets slowlyand again, I am left hereuntil it returns.
I will love you whenthe leaves fall and the snow landsOn your eyelashes.
I used to be shy Scared and alone Surrounded by darkness that was my own I never talked much Afraid of others What would they say? I was never popular, teased yes
I am not skinny, I am not fat but I'm a little on the heavy side I have brown eyes that I love I don't have perfect skin but I'm okay with that most girls want to look like the models in magazines
What does it mean to be flawless Is it designer clothes or perfect skin?
Faking life is all I do is all they do for fake is true they entrap the weak and rape the poor all so they can score their whore the slime and filth their dirty green
Lights on   Lights off. Then
It started with a book All good things start with a book   I read the story that changed my way of thinking   The way we are sheilded In this "accepting" society.
Shut your mouth and listen to what it is I have to say I will take you all back on that specific day I was laying in my room listening to the two of you argue
This is me. pale boring brown eyes unordinary brown hair imperfect skin a little chunky, but who cares?   This is just ME! standing out
Just Because I'm somewhat goofy
I can’t remember the last time I cried,but I can remember the feelingof an empty chest. Seven in the morning
      The halls are long and the light is far Music no one can hear, is in my head  They read me, yet they don't know who they are
Liquid silk pours down my face Unmasking, revealing Yet no reflection takes it's place  
I am me Plain and simple Born October 1996, 2 weeks early Into an environment nobody wants to talk about My name? It means warrior And my mom swears I'm am strong like one
Every one near, listen!   And hear, I've got a topic up for discussion, that will make some of you start blushin'
You live on cigarrettes and coffee, with a tad bit of sugar. If I didn't know better, I swear you were a thispo blog.
I'm not what I seem  I seem like I don't like people  the truth is I love people I've just been hurt by the ones  I've let too far in  I seem as though I'm harsh and critical when
My body relaxes and I feel calm.The gentle sounds I hear when I’m aloneare racing down my warm face in turquoisestreams. I like to pretend that my pasteldreams are more than the ocean and seashells.
  i guess shes been my friend all my life. though she was not always there, she resided in shadows waiting to pounce to bestow her perfection to flood my mind with dust and bones...
My perfection is my absolute truth, through the scars and the pain of my youth. The world In which I lived was was not clear skies of blue, but nontheless the only one that I knew.
The sounds never stop! The whispers trickle in your ear like the rain to astream Theyre heard all around The gossip engulfs everyting like quick sand The tong is the rout to all evil,
Who am I? I am Jasmine Crosby. Who is she? She's an independent, strong, African American who can be stubborn but is very determined. She is that one person whose mind you change once she has made it up.
Of all the things that need changing, I cannot choose just one. This is not about me. I am a part of the grand scheme. Michael Brown was not murdered so I can fight for gay marriage
Loving is one of the things I do best
Don't fight me cause I'm noone.I'm the face u see when u look n the mirror.I'm the light that shines to the darkness but yet im noone.I'm something to someone but noone to myself.I'm
Don't fight me cause I'm noone.I'm the face u see when u look n the mirror.I'm the light that shines to the darkness but yet im noone.I'm something to someone but noone to myself.I'm
I'm not going to start this off with the typical line of "Who am I?", because I know who I am.
The feeling of failure covered her head.
I jotted down a message to myself in my phone: “Write a poem about watches and bicycles and poetry.”   Is that all he really left me with?
It's 6:27 on a Thursday morning  I woke up with a knife in my stomach and I'm missing you   It's 7:39 on a Thursday morning 
You all
Some People hide in the darkness
With no filter I am me, Sailing far beyond the seas. Just me being me, Just me being set free. With no filter I can breathe. I am lonely but I am free.
The girl is distorted Like a penny at the bottom of a lake
  I am a raging fire, Flames spit and hiss They are destructive, They are passionate, They are Me. I am a tranquil ocean,
Timid is new to me, You bring your presence near and I tremble from nervousness. I am strong and outspoken yet I blush when you come close. Who are you? Tell me where you are. You are everywhere and I am not
When we met you told me you loved me.   The people were passing  in an unusual rush. The mood was like when someone falls down; as if God pressed pause for a second to breathe.
I never dismiss the different I don't see a lunatic Just one who punched their lunar ticket early All this observing was worth  the lurking This world is just a circle, a
The beauty of the forgotten
It was warm and sunny outside and the way the brick walls held that heat inside like a blanket reminded me of our winters. The buzzing willow crowd made me smile  like when you tapped my nose
When asked, "What is your name?" My response is also a question Why am I unsure--of the one title I've possessed since birth, How do I claim to know myself. If I still don't know what I'm called?
I accept it. I use it to Learn, To Make me angry So I can use that anger To Drive me forward to make me even more determined It has Helped me countless times By Teaching me how:
In secret I'm not always as everyone see.I lie to myself a lot.
its the grass burrs stickig to your sock its the way the water looks wen you skip a rock. its the water glistening when the sun hits just right. its how it looks even prettier reflecting th moon night.
maybe if i dont say i am, i wont be. maybe if i pretend to be happy, i will be. maybe if i keep building these walls, i'll be protected. maybe if i stopped taking them pills, i'll be fine.
The truth wasn't true. The facts aren't the lies. The truth isn't true. The secrets are held in the eyes.  The truth will never be true. The evidence is something a great mother denies. 
My personality is not defined by the Limits of society. Wrapped up into a box With a bow tied around it, I am strong, and independent.   Living the life I am choosing and taking a Difficult journey,
The day I see you is the day I find myself. Every day, I look outside the window and see what appears to be  never seems to be what I want to see.   Just today, I see you walking
I am FLAWLESS  because I know my  Flaws I am  fearless because  I held no fear I'm not perfect Because it overrated but I am  special in my own way  my flaws are 
Im finally finding myself, im finally finding myself,  I was alone once upon time yes trapped inside my mind.
With no filter, I am me. Me is I, and I is she. She is me, and I love me. Me is amazing at listening to others. She loves to borrow clothes that are my mother’s.
feelings smash collide and integrate mixing colors like the finger paints my mother made me as a child   one minute i am functioning one minute i am overwhelmed and the next i am gone  
As a boy I was always told to get a great career and always make sure that I am on the path towards success.  As a teen I was told to stay out the streets, keep my head in the books, and to do my best. 
Helpless she cries  As the family she has loved Is torn apart with two words. It's over. She cries to herself  Too quietly to be heard And says two words. Why me?
I wonder what its like for a guy to strike out To finish the night with haze and doubt What is the attraction if not physical With these cold hearted whymsicals What it feels like for them
A rose shielded by thorns the description that perfectly describes me you see another magnificent piece of God's artwork on display that's never to be touched for I fear…
What Am I In My LIFETIME? Living life In an everlasting fear From what I think Everybody else Thinks about me Instead of what I mean to the Many that find me Essentially PERFECT.
I am an escape artist
I've always hated the saying it will be okay because it almost never is.... i tell people that im okay im fine its all in my mind but the truth is thats all just an act....
So precious as gold, no one is too bold, to take chances and risk it all,
I stand alone
A year ago, this room would have been empty. He would have been confined to his room Confined to his own thoughts obscuring the emptiness. Maybe more than a year had passed.   
Do you see me?
I am but a dot in a mosaic of bottled blood and cultural variation, there is no room for compliance, for heeding to society’s creed only leads to monotonous existence. And it gets boring.
This is for the girl that I use to see. The fat, awkwardly tall girl I use to be. The one who looked in the mirrior and didn't notice the beauty inside of she. My insecurities had me locked in but I finally found the key.
The world around us, It’s filtered every day, Turning it Black and White. The personality of the Person next to you Hidden by the social norms. Our very thoughts,
A toy needs love too.... You were happy because I was something new and fun to play with, At first, it seemed lime everything I did amazed and befuddled you, Where did those times go?
The Way She Smiles and The Way She Touch Her Beautiful Laugh and Her skin Color While She Blush Soft As Feathers, Warms My Heart I Play My Role and She Plays Her Part When She walks With A Steady Beat
Hair tied in knots, Lipstick smeared off, The room that I'm in, Littered with cloth. Homework undone, Bed untidy, Finding myself, Dirty and grimy. I take a step back,
Dreams and drapes grabbed my attention in third grade,   then in seventh grade, I wanted to be a baker, there I went dreaming again   tenth grade starts and I can't choose
You know how people take a look at themselves and see the bad, the ugly scrapes and scars cellulite and stretched marks along the craters and curves of the body I see all of that and
I am Victoria Brooke Pickel
I don't know why I like the things I do,I especially don't know why you disapprove. The moment I smile and claim my happiness,
Kindergarten I liked to sit on the rubber tire
When I'm with you, I smoke less When you're with me, you smoke more What a perfect way to describe our relationship You may be good for me  But I'm no good for you  
We are who we are. We are not the likes we get on insstagram. We cannot measure our beauty by the retweets our pictures get on twitter. We are stong and beautiful.
The filters that are placed over my image Will be removed The actions I take will occur, and never disturb my mood The flesh that sags on my skeleton Will no longer pick at my esteem
Alone again, hallelujah! Alone again. This year the same as the last: Scraping the bottom of the barrel,
Every day I see the same face in the mirror.
everything. Everything. EVERYTHING. EVERY. THING. EVER. THING  EVERTHING Everthing everthing verting averting averting eyes verting. verting. erting.
'You're a good girl, so you get a toy' I'm a good girl, so I got a toy. You're so smart, you must get straight As.' I am smart but I got Cs. 'Cheyenne tell me, why are you so PERFECT?'
  They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Hah. 
i hold up my phoneat arms length,because i spent a little effortputting my outfit togetherand admittedly,i want to show off a bit.  
Individuality lost with a press of a button Creativity limited by the boarders of a screen Beauty eclipsed by filters An attempt to imitate perfection Has become the new trend That brought an end
I am an explorer
What are the ways in which I die
Who would know
Today, We are caught and swept away,
They call where I live “The Bubble” “The Happy Valley” because whatever problems we face we hide behind photo shopped pictures with filtered solutions. Anyone who breaks the mold gets broken apart,
I wake up with morning hair and morning breath Am I perfect yet? I trip and I fall Am I perfect yet? I'm not skinny. I am curvy. Am I perfect yet? I don't go out with my friends, a lot.
I met myself In the eyes of a woman 
My bones were feeble My breath had weathered My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper And I listen at how fragile we are... For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
Refuses to put make up on her face. Refuses to wear anything nice I would rather stay in a sweater and sweat pants all day. I am insecure I am stressed What is the cure for all this mess?
My hair is matted, as if swept by a tornado in the night, My sleepy eyes squint through the bright morning sun,
Arch your back Now pout your lips Wait, wait move your shoulder near your chin Now click That’s your typical instagram pic It’s a process I admit I sometimes hide behind filters
Wipe off the carefully proportioned eyeliner from the crevices of your cherished eyes                       Clear the golden sparkle of magic from your promising eyelids                                                               Remove the vol
Concealed behind every layer of skin is a story. A unique, inspirational lesson learned waiting to unveil itself, just waiting for the layers to be peeled back.   Every heart beats the same.
The hours, the preparation, the blood, sweat and tears All for that one moment Recognition.   As the audience claps and cheers at the performance pure Ecstasy consumes me.
Dang it...what day is it? It's only Thursday? (Seriously?) Okay okay, I'm getting up. Shoot...not enough time to get ready. (Eh, I can do it). A quick shower, throw on my school's uniform, brush my hair and teeth.
FLASH. Sticks and stones may Break your bones, But my words will surely Hurt you. FLASH.
Without a cover. My flaws come to light. I no longer have a disguise. Look at me ! I'm just a mess!
Banging, Clanging, Singing, Lyrical tunes spinning, That’s how I think, not how I write.   Restricted by society, They say “Don’t say” They say “Do say”
It may be crazy to think, but perhaps the people we see everyday
I am my hands, my feet, The words I say when I can not speak.   I am my arms and legs, The songs I sing when I fall asleep.   I am my neck and chest, The yawn I make when I first awake.
See her beauty, how it radiates throughout her. Her smile, the most beautiful they say. Similing at anyone who crosses her path. Her laugh; a contagious, light- hearted laugh that can warm your soul.
I live for baggy eyes in the morning, Highlighting my tired expression.
I break my bones and scar my skin, persistently flowing with red rivers, flowing into oceans of pain.
The first time I wrote a poem I was in third grade
Honestly? This confidence? A facade, a sham, a role played in the performance -- my life. Should the world be a stage, I shall be it’s greatest actor.
I am not NOT not about to pick apart the pieces of myself tear out a ventricle here a molar there a fingernail and a stretchmark sew them all together with
I don’t say much. But I speak when I talk. I often stumble when I walk. I whiten my teeth. Stay combing my hair. But I feel that doesn't get me anywhere. I'm impeccably dressed And remain humble still.
My parched mind searches far and wide,
1. Wear you skin like armor. The glow of your forefathers shines brighter than any bleach-drenched word that tries to erase the “La Illaha Illallah” from your DNA.
I want to be seen.
The unknown strikes no fear within me The power found only in You flows through my spirit, Like blood in veins   Abba, gaze upon me Abba, You are light Illuminating the darkest crevices of my path
I cant seem to get my hair straight for crap. 
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say, In reality society judges every deatil, angle and lighting help us acomplish a perfect selfie, pictures can transform anyone,
Strip me of my signatures and you will be left with the essence of my existence.Disregard the opinionated buttons on my backpack,
I am the puzzle piece that won't fit The edges are aligned The picture matches
  Change. Its more than just a simple word, It’s a movement, a way of life. Too bad society has changed for the worse.  
Tell me why are you here all alone? Here in the corner with a pill bottle and much more Advil than you'll ever need I'm so sorry that no one ever told you the mirror lies.
Someone is watching me Raw skin, black and blue.  Bitter screams manipulate Frantic shadows smear me Bare arms ache Gardens storm behind Red roses sweat Lust and death 
Lights. Curtain. Action!
Reality is the filter.  It's paramount.  It advocates our aspects in every particle of air, it pumps the hue into our cheeks with every breath.  In every wave of light,
Filters on photographs hide so many things like the freckles on my nose and the acne on my cheeks   Filters on my words hide the real me how I sometimes cuss like a sailor
Breathe...Do it, feel that toxic mist fill the empty space that lies in your lungs Choking on your words, just as you have brought upon by your own volition
I can tell you many things about myself, But will they be true? Will they truly tell you who I really am? I can give you the truth and I can lie, Either way you may never know who I really am.  
She shut the door in my face
Above all, I am a coward. My friends, my family, they would say differently They would say something nice, something sweet, something vapid
  Esto es mi rostro, body creaking, my wrist twisting, twisting, twisting, twisting... corporeal   Sera este mi rostro? is it the face in reflection shown, reversed, turned over,
  Looking in the mirror Finding ways to change My hair? My make-up?
Fiametta Under the layers of our years, Beneath that wizened crust,  sleeps the ageless spirit that once set fire to our eyes.
Authentic isn't something I would necessarily describe myself as.
in reality,  
I'm trying to write this poem. What do I even say? Do I talk about my life? Do I talk about my day?   Maybe I mention my merit, My scores and GPA? Should I list my awards, or my courses?
Behind the filters Behind the makeup Behind the faces of emotions There is a blank slate.   We start out as blank slates, Molded by the society that raises us, Makes us strong,
I am white and I am privileged It is disrespectful to deny that relevant fact Because when I walk to the store to buy candy I don't worry for my life Because when I see a police car drive by
"Tell me about yourself." My teacher thumbs through a stack of personality pages, plops one, unceremoniously, on my desk.   "This is just so I can get to know you all." 
My face with no filter is a face I am proud to post My freckles and my blush are the things I love the most Many people say I could use some cover-up But nothing beats the smile I bring when I want to say wassup  
Without filters, my photos bare entry into my soul A crystal clear snapshot of life that Instagram posts cannot hold   When choosing a filter, sadness and sorrow get glossed over and hide
shred the silver from my body.I take my finger tipsand peel the mirrors from my skin.instead of showing onlyreflectionsof others' emotions;instead of showing onlyperfection, I will uncage my heart
They say I have big eyes So I can see truth through your lies They say I have big lips So I can speak my mind
Refresh, scroll, refresh, scroll; I know by doing this it will take it’s toll. Covet, envy, you become a green monster. We want to post a picture too, be another flaunter.  
Oh sweet, sweet depression. How are you doing my dear? You're pulling me down so far, Down so far I can't hear. Oh sweet, sweet depression. My arms become hungry, As my makeup smears.
The most authentic version of myself? Well. For my parents, I am Hannah Elizabeth. Beautiful, strong, resilient— On the outside. For my teachers, I am #133193 29 ACT, 1950 SAT, 4.3 GPA—
I stand in the middle- of  a cicle. We all stand there- I suppose. All around there are millions, trillions, zillions- googolplex paths I could have chose.   But I am unsure, so-
I am a creature, one they call human One that was born to live in a society where filters identify me Every selfie Everay smile Every scar Filters identify me
Who I am to the world is not who I actually am. To the world they see me as the girl who is always happy and has her life together. They see someone that doesn't wear make-up because she is okay with how she looks.
Behind the face There is only me Out at sea   Behind the face There is only love There is only passion   I raise my anchor  From my ship Out to see  
Nightshade waves cascade down  framing porecilin white skin and red, seductive lips. Her hips, gentle curves that have been touched, carressed.   At first she seems okay.
If it's true, What they say About a picture Being worth a thousand words, Why do we hide? Behind all these filters? These lies?   I hate my smile.
Abstract Is what I desire What I admire About the world Loving each other like when boy meets girl Or when Girl Meets Guy Love catches the gaze of the inner abstract eye
She is me I am her How much more simple could it be? Dyed brown hair
My veins, branches, The sound, water of life, My heart beats, For the beautiful knife. This dagger, song, Takes me to another land, My very essence, Lies in one frequency band. 
Who am I? Do YOU know?
Perhaps the window throws the view. Do you see me here, see right through? Does this window, a stained-glass face, keep it hidden, a secret place? I think sometimes I'm not what's seen,
Looking in the mirror I see many things those that vary from style to emotion and such in between Front view camera #Flip
I look in the mirror What do I see? A girl with pimples and wacky hair. Beautiful? Me?
My eyes are the lenses in how I see humanity,
//time magazine calls us the “me me me” generation- they say we’re lost in a digital age and no google search could find us. we’re made out to be robotic narcissistic runaways defined in
Every pore I find god in I learn to see myself clearer 
Every morning the pain would start again,
Here I sit all alone No one to talk to No one to relate to Wishing that one day I won't have to feel sad One day, maybe I'll find someone to love me Or just maybe be alone forever.
It’s a list of things That goes on forever, But gets smaller as it goes, That describes who I am. Every part of the list, Looks at itself as on a ladder, And climbs the hill to be larger.
I am a product of judgement and lies. 
You will never see me perform my poetry On America’s Got Talent. Ellen DeGeneres won’t Read this poem and invite me to Los Angeles, California to be
Would you want the power to fly or be invisible? I would love to fly all over the world and see the different kinds of people, Why wouldn't you want to be invisible? Because I'm already invisible by just being unequal,
It hurt..I remember it hurting as it filled
How do I sound? Through the smile I place on my face Sometimes I sound like tears (I’m choking back) From the strain of all of this weight on my shoulders
My personality is quiet,
My personality is quiet,
The Experience of Self              By Andrea Spencer   Silver fingers brushing soft pine’s needles -whose frost scrapes and burns this season- into her human hands.  
Slumber disguises your blemishesCrema smooths your skinAmaro makes you look olderRise makes you look thinLudwig brightens your features
So, you want to know who I am?Are you sure you can handle the answer?So many answer this question with the usual:I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a student, a worker.
Ask for my true self, You will receive an unsure, “I am nice and shy”
I am one whom is full of quirks, Within myself, weirdness lurks. To others, I may seem strange, But to myself, I seem perfectly arranged.
I am vulnerable I am flawed I am human I put on a mask Try to be what the world wants me to be It isn't me I am vulnerable I am flawed I am human I am a perfectionist
America has caught a fever FIrst it took Oscar Then it stole Treyvon Next it was Jordan, then Kendrick then Odin Following were Raymond, Jonathan then Reinesha
Just once… That’s what she said once to ease the pain
What they say is (I’m too              s
Anxiety:A seven letter word thatKnocks the wind out of me every timeI am called to attention
i’m always sick for some it’s a burden, but i like it  
I feel like a kid whose lost in his mind an adult body
Behind the big picture Is a small, fragile woman. Forget the smile And look deep into her eyes. Her eyes tell a story. A story of: Danger, Heartache, Misfortune,
I am a nice ass,
Trapt in lies, trapt in rhymes There's no way to compromise leaving nothing behind as I follow this dark road Taking the path less traveled Was a mistake I only feel pain no one to hold
Without my filter    I still laugh and smile with my friends    I still work hard and get good grades    I still play sports and try my best With my filter    I'm trying to be someone I'm not
To see your sight; one can say is an impossible scene. Seen only through your eyes through your lens; Upon inspection, a lens only is, bootless; A tool for camera's clockwork; a construct of viewing
The first time I did i was prepared I'd tried my best just to impress No shirt on and my messy hair With a quick judgement I thought this was my best Surely everyone else will think the same
I don’t know who I am.     Behind the scenes,   a chameleon in costume. Dresses of armor and eyeliner sharp like a knife,                                            
I am a woman! #nofilterslam I am a strong independent woman who can handle her own.  Who is driven to achieve her career goals when grown.  Who is dedicated to a basketball team to stay in tone. 
There’s a smile on my face and an air of confidence about me But that’s not me. The real me, well I keep her hidden   You must dig deep Beneath the smile that’s painted on my face
I don't typically let people view the true me.
Whether it’s walking down the hall or strutting on stage
From the bottom? No from the top.From the top we shall drop.We shall drop until we come to a stop.Come to a stop at the mop.The mop is wild and brown.Wild and brown framing the face all the way down.
Who am I without a filter? Before I adjust the contrast, saturation, shadows, and sharpness of my image. Before I change the filter to Mayfair or Valenica. Before I get my make up and hair just right.
My name is Brandon and I am a runner. I run, I work, I learn. I am always moving, even while asleep, and love to be outdoors. I love learning and growing and always knowing.
Empty inside Hollow and wanting, waiting Waiting to feel something wanting to feel anything I do feel Feeling only pain and anger
It has been broken, Shattered,
I Could talk for hours on end. Sometimes about the little thing and maybe even random things.
"iIlluminating light and positivity;  reflecting what is wished to be seen,
My head is up and my heart is beating
When it comes to authenticity I've got it all When I succeed I rise, never fall.  
#Behindthefilter I look in the mirror and what do I see? A girl with an identity, oh wait that’s me
Perfect, is the overstatement; Imperfect, an understatement; In between those lines is me. I am the crayon colored outside the lines,
Insomnia. The result of my overbearing thoughts of a past I can’t change, of a future I’m terribly unsure of. Most nights I barely sleep, some nights not at all. However, I suppose this is what comes of one whose thoughts consume their soul.
I wake up With crazy hair and foul morning breathe Flawless I post up Unfiltered selfies to show the real me Flawless Ride round in it Until my mom need her car back for work Flawless
Contrary to belief, Spanglish was never one of the languages I carried in my arsenal against Western imperialism. Spanish was the language I was given from Mexico; English was what I learned to survive and fight against the United States.
See how a man contemplates,
I'm me.  And I'm not sorry.   I'm not sorry that sometimes, I'm too honest. But who wants to be lied to? Not I.   Not I, who every time I see a cute guy I must say hi
I don't wear makeup to hide, I wear it because I want to. I choose to not wear makeup not to hide, not to be seen, but because I want to. My beauty does not come from makeup or lack there of,
I've spent all my days looking on to tomorrow, but
Life without filters is beautiful,
I've been underwater all my life. It is all I have known. Breathing used to be easy, a simple catch and release. Until she floats to me. Or perhaps I swim to her. Her hand feels cool and soft in my own.
Pull back the curtain that happens to be protecting a raw soul from how harsh the world can be   We all can be the same yet so varied in way that our filters seem stronger
Once upon a time I admired kaleidoscopes. A single spin and wonders unveiled Enthralling crystals contort [such twisted patterns]. Like so, take a spin, And I will don another face, another persona,
Knowing every twist and turn, rise and fall,
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real. I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
Four. Freshman year. How many minutes, hours, minutes, hours, days, Would it take for the year to be over. 
A seventeen year old cocaine addict
I'm not as skinny as I'm supposed to be  and don't have flawlwss skin.  My laugh is a little obnoxious, but hey this is me.  I don't cake my face with makeup  to live up to the "beauty standard"
Under the smile,under the mascara,the lipstick,it's just me.
If you've
You know that picture of a girl Out in the cold
I honestly, Thought for you. No, Not of you. For You. I thought if I put myself, In your head That, It would be easier to get An answer. It was. It so was.
Music is my voice Lyrics are my words A mermaids rejoice  In a broken world  My infectious laughter pollutes the air Jumping in imagination With love and hope everywhere Creating inspiration
Posted 12 weeks ago: Angled to make my face look slimmer Posted 9 weeks ago: Edited to make my skin look lighter Posted 7 weeks ago: Blurred to erase my imperfections Posted 4 weeks ago:
So, you want to know about me, who I am. You want to know the girl I see when I look in the mirror, The girl who no one knows except for me. After the mask is shed at each day's closure,
The cloud surrounding my mind is dark
Crema? Isn't that a coffee place?
Spiders rest - Silently, awaiting darkness collars jingle - one dog rolls onto its Side the other licks it’s paws. banana’s lay still - covered with brown Spots  
Who am I? Who am I without the sounds of music?
The Way I walk and the way I talk Flawless The way I rock my hips and dip Flawless
I put on a facade. People think "Oh, you must be an extrovert," Or "What an outgoing chick!' I am loud 
There are as many holes in my soul As there are pores in my skin.  Some are just a surface scratch, But others branch deep within.  The emotion simply drains away, My soil no more than a sieve,
You can tell me what to wear, Casual converse, lipstick, hoody, I don't care-- I will be me. You can tell me how to walk, Straiten my back, Like it's a rod, I'll still be me.
A dark waistland surounds me, all I see is nothing, but nothing dosen't see me.   The emptyness swallows me whole, but as I enter its throat, It spits me back out into the Valley of Nowhere.  
Here I am with my eyes opened wide My jeans covering itchy thighs no lies Typing at a computer in a nearby college Doing sociology homeowrk to increase my knowledge Having four eyes isn't enoughh to see
Who am I? Certainly not who you see with your eye,  not the person you see online,  you see the person I provide. The person who tries to act cool, and will act like a fool, for my peers at school.
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night  
No filter is needed to see who this is A girl with such a bliss Someone who they miss But in history, they've shown of me what should be As now I uncover my destiny Now the filters may disappear
A mirror stands before me Whispers of hate and laughter surround me They point out the outside flaws So I put on a mask to hide the hurt and the pain
Mad She’s a match that’s quick to light that’s not hard to put out. Short tempered, but quick to forgive. Merciful   Insecure She’s a puppy in a pack of wolves
Who am I without any of those filters or fake edits? Well I am me I am someone who is naturally beautiful yet goofy all by my personal line of credit I am someone with flaws just like anyone else
i'm an 18 year old kid from a smallass towni'm up in the twin cities now tearin up that art school shit (nah)and fuckin up on the dailybut that's just me you gotta put up or shut up
I am the better side of darkness and the dim side of light. I didn’t KNOW my blackened heart had a sense of what was right.
I take a deep breath, And the filters are turned off. My eyes are dark and tired My shouders - slumped in defeat My smile is now being worried away Between my imperfect teeth My hair comes down
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if that view is fallacious?
She trains herself to smile that perfect little smile, Who is she without 1977? She's a sad, sad girl with a growing pain inside, The filters hide her imperfections,
Lazing on the beach is where I'm most authentic.When my feet hit the sand, I shoot into the ocean like cannon of fun, bursting with excitement because I am surrounded by "stuff".Lots and lots of "stuff"!
Hands swiping the screen Hot, sweaty fingers ruining the perfectly delicate smooth glass shield of the device Two pairs of eyes, feeling the burn of the blinding light
I could never grasp the concept of sugar-coating,
So the man in the mask What's he really like? Can you venture a guess?  
A simple t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of shoes Staring out the windows, eyes ignited with fuse Another day where the Earth is spinning She wonders if there’s a day she’ll stop yearning
Why me? What did I ever to to you? No, it's why YOU! Why would you attack me? Why me? What did I do to deserve this? No, it's why YOU! Why do you think you can do this.
He will break your heart.
Flawed. I'm flawed. Without filters, society calls me flawed. It's true, I'm flawed.  But what's it to society? Everything has flaws. My face occasionally blemished.
Above my right eyebrow there's a scar From the day after Four Years of ignorance or innocence I discovered the death of my favorite dog.   And all around my arms
Grab a strainer, filter or sieve Cover those ugly scars
Hearts and thumbs up seem to feed our souls  We feel the need to recieve validation by the touch of others through a screen
Archaic figures haunt your somnolence,
O, sea-soaked soul that rides the pother pale
Wouldn't it be funny
Reckless Penny Dreadful
I am a poem without pretense.
Conventions of this wonderland I know
The sea of night, a gentle grey
The earth is often still and firm and strong
The world seems to lean by the masses to the optical
'You' is such a lovely word
Curse and blessing, gift of spite
It's not unorthodox by any means
I have seen the silence
A stone is thick, a mountain ever more,
Filters do not make me, they don't choose my destiny, they don't tell me what I'm going to be. I'm still me at the end of the day, I'm still going to express what I need to say,
Selfie stick, Vienna filter Eyeliner, Mac brushes, fake lashes Pink lips, contoured cheeks Curling irons, skinny waists Thigh gap, high heels, short dresses  
I see me Not a me I want to see... but a me that I can't unseen A me that is viewed as incadescant in the eyes of the profane A me that sins to fit in with people that believe
For far too long I tried to walk down your road, In hopes that it would pull your attention to me This is the story how I got close to losing myself This is the story how I became so great!  
A mountain only falters in the moment before it collapses Just as I do. We stand tall and proud and firm As the world carves us hollow.  
Hello! How may I help you? I greet each and everyone I’ve said it all for months, yet it feels like I’ve just begun More orders become messed up
Compliments   age 7 Schoolyard pick always had me on edge I wouldn’t be first, always chosen towards the end
Glittery makeup, Skimpy uniforms,
When one looks in the mirror We all wonder what’s on the other side Is the image we see on the front Just us trying to hide   Never have I been someone different Never have I tried to change
You wouldn’t notice her first in a crowd
Hashtag "no filter" What does it mean? No changes, no edits All just as it seems   A picture is posted No filter ignored We idealize beauty from a news feeds board  
Always told to laugh Never told to cry
Nice, Loyal And One of a Kind Open Book
Is it possible to be, simply, black and white in this kaleidoscope world of colors? Is it possible to be, simply, one low note while others are scales, trills, and melodies?
The mirror stares back at me in many ways it holds the key, outlining my curvy figure for all to see and bringing me back to my reality. No make-up upon my face for me to hide,
Without a mask who can I possibly be? Well I am me and that is very plain to see Seeing as I don't really have a mask There is not that much left that I need to reveal From my perspective I am simply me
Buckets of rain poured down from the sky, as though the angels wept, mourning what was to come.   I found myself lurking outside at school,shrouded in a black hoodie
Stop! Think for a moment.
Happiness and joy, money at my feet why not me? Families going through hard times people on the street, fearing things will never be the same seeing me, makes there day. Having a little more hope for change.
Filters. Change your Look, change your Style. See everything through a Pretty Veil. Filters. Watch what you say,
To wake up with pain, To wake up with the same thoughts as yesterday To look at myself without knowing myself,
She looks like she hasn't slept in days I want to ask if the bags under her eyes are too heavy for her face.
Today I am in my khakis as I am leaving for school. I did not choose them at random for they are a dress code rule. I volunteer each Friday at dismissal and walk the 1.5 mile trek to the city hospital.
I am a painter’s brush dripping and crossing across the paper. I am the bold outline of the harsh shape words That sometimes leaves my mouth before I can stop them.
I am both Angel and Devil; I am both Savior and Sin,
resposible and inpendent  preparing to my own rent  not afraid of new beginnigs  keeping my optimstic attutude, I'll never stop grinning  senior in high school  working hard not to be another misguided fool
For a long time, I hid in silence.
My words f
Long flowing hair Newly straightened teeth Swimsuit body and a heart that's free. Flawless is ambiguious Left to perspective If you ask me we are all flawless. Knowing right and wrong
  With a spark of spunk, douse of drama, and plenty of mischief to spare,
I am sorry for everything I do  I am sorry for everything I say I am sorry if this offends you
When I look in the mirrorI am disgusted Turn   Tilt      Smile         Move on Not a piece feels rightArms too longMouth too smallHair too straight
food sits dispassionate and untouched content with rejection white trash bags split at the bottom, wheezing for air no angel of death stole the breaths of a baby brother that floundered unnoticed in the periphery
What filter to use. That’s always the question. Black and white or Mayfair? Hefe or Crema? What if the world could see who you really are, not just a pretty picture, not just a face,
Me As I pose for that picture
Tucked in and faded Blue or green with a logo Our daily polo
Things that those will never know By: Skylar Kodish Happiness is just one thing to think, Some believe in him, and others don't. He can be friendly, He can be mannered,
Once someone asked me, What happened to you? What happened to me? What did they mean? The mirror showed it all. My shoulders were now sagging and my eyes looked cold. You would have thought i was born with scars
I speak my mind, I tell the truth,
I walk alone sometimes. you may ask me how i am, i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me.   I walk alone sometimes. it does not bother me,
You were born.
Who am I? I am the seconds in between breaths where the thoughts creep in I am the smile in the sunshine with the windows down in my jeep
My brain felt all tired out I am starting it all in doubt The tragical sense that had in me I am upset that people can feel and see For the answer of this is you that drive me crazy Let's get this over
I tried to roll the melanin off my skin
Filters. Change your Look, change your Style. See everything through a Pretty Veil. Filters. Watch what you say, Watch what you do. Filter it all to fit The Room,
Mono, Tonal, Noir, Fade Why must I use one of these to receive no shade?   No shade for the way my skin has small blotches, But I notice the way he or she watches My face.   
She is a natural beauty But she only sees the beauty in her smile Her dark eyes shine in the sun Her skin is rough her hair long A voice with a high pitch tone
I slowley sink Into the darkness Of my mind The demons know me They call me by name But they don't care for me For who could love A depressed girl?
She’s always saying speak up child
I’m not a poet I’m a penny flying through the air after you throw it Off the top of a building or Into the wishing well   I’m wishing well for all my brothers and sisters across the globe
What I show you is, Not who I want to be, But what you want to see. I aim to please, Society. They say to me, "Be a tall, thin, Long haired, white teeth, Light-skinned beauty,
What I show you is, Not who I want to be, But what you want to see. I aim to please, Society. They say to me, "Be a tall, thin, Long haired, white teeth, Light-skinned beauty,
My struggle with anxiety is not as cute as my curled hair or my new outfit.  It certainly won't get as much love on Instagram, and the notes on Tumblr will remain at zero.
Don't just listen to the "MUSIC"Pay attention to the message.Its the ignorant that has kept the intelligent arrested.
Pills two of them to be exact. They’re the same, but together they’re a stronger dose. Together they calm down a savage mind like mine. Helping to realign the dominos of thought in my head.
Defines not the whole of my being. Hosts the absence of vitality and worldly beauty. Yields contrived images of darkness and the unknown. Fulfills past shadows of forgotten spirits.
My life's a Friday nightBut it feels like a Sunday morningLike wasted potential and wasted timeAnd wasted youth and wasted rhymeAll waste, all the timeAnd there are days and weeks when you're so blue
Look at me and you will see, Heart, soul, and personality No make-up can be seen, On my face so white and clean Seemingly nothing to cover or hide,
So many visits So many pills Theyre supposed to make me better but only make me more ill A pill for my depression A pill for the rage A new pill added each year As I progress in age
Black-eyed behemoth 
She watches and hears the pain of death; She stares at the flames that has taken the life of her sister; As tears silently flows down no sound is heard; But the screams of pain in a firey death;
  Discerning marks of beauty from blemish The tousled mess of curls, uncontrollable Processed, picked, prodded Scrutinized, analyzed, ostracized   Ripples of muscles under plump layers
Every morning we look into the mirror We decide who we want to be today Are we boho, preppy, hipster, or some other crazy title We need a name for what we are, who we are that day What happened to being you
Without the filters, I become the filter of what I want my life to be. I don’t care who you are or what you say- but the digits of pi mean everything to me. Newton, Nietzsche, and da Vinci make a wonderful pi,
Flow uncontrollable, life is continuing onward do not try to control.  
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick. When you see the random round rock you kick it. When you see me you see nothing different,
Without fliter i am just an average girl. A girl with imprefect skin and facial features The fliter protects me from the public opinon. the  mean comments will not get to me if i have my escape.
Brown eyes that told the truth even before her mouth opened, Hair so thick the layers of it against her neck warmed even the coldest part of her, A nose that solidified her father's presence,
"I want to see blood!" "I want to see hate!" "I want to see pain written on your face!" That is what I hear when a person chooses to watch. To involve themself in a matter more degrading than name calling.
Real thugs...  
Daddies been out drinking, yet again
Cut offs instead of skirts, t-shirt instead of sweaters, earbuds instead of earrings, is what makes my life a lot better.   Didn't fake a smile as a kid,
The world sees perfection My friends see intelligence My family sees dedication But what do I see?   The world thinks I'm perfect My friends think I'm a genius My family thinks I'm happy
I am a musician I’m no scientist I’m no mathematician I’m no historian I’m no athlete I’m no translator Nor will I be any of those things I am a musician So I will be a musician.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket as another "like" is placed on the picture of her postingAs another comment is placed by the people that are boasting
I walk down the hall.
Hide behind social media.It's the easy way out, right?Take the time, look within you.
“Hey Guys! Take my picture!
Who am I in my pixilated form? I am filtered and digitally altered It is NOW that I decide to reform Because I realize now I needn’t falter
Filters "Inhance" "make better" Let people see you for who you are Filters cover up your true beauty If you were suppose to look different you would have been created different
In the mirror, I see me. Friendly smiles: here and there. Don't you see? In my life, smiles are rare.   Filters seem to be the 'thing.' Hiding true emotions.
 The unbroken willow bends in the wind    Arms, or branches, outstretched, she reaches ever up       Toward a higher power. Unattainable? Fearing so.
There are momentsThey shimmer in the lights of my eyesWhere I see myselfI see a futureI see successI see happinessBut the moment passesI don't know whyI can't breath in the future
Behind the likes, filters, posts, and hash tags Away from the screen and into the light, There’s a girl who’d never raise her white flag.   She carries her dreams around in a bag,
Look, look at me  note what you see. A smile sweet,  Small blue eyes, Which cannot meet  Your steady gaze.   Do you, do you know My efforts to show Confidence?
                                   As a young womAn growing up on a reservation
Dried tears on my cheekMy eyelashes are dampMy heart is too weakI can't stand the painThough it's my punishment to bearI can't stand the thoughtBut my mind is already there
My forehead is a little too tall My nose is a little too there My face is round and my hair just does this thing   I don't really care that insert celebrity name here is dating
A silly pun, A random expression, A wacky dance, Just for a second of a happy glance. On my mom and bro, My best friend, A nameless store clerk I don't even know.
My body is subject to pointing out the obvious- I have curves in odd places, and yes I wear a size 32 jean- but that doesn't mean I'm average. As women we're taught our first words "diet" and "beauty"-
I became the shelter, a safe haven, a building of four cement walls and a celling. Study enough to survive the storms, and the battles outside of my doors.
There are times when I feel worthless And others that I'm the queen There are days when I feel useless
A small circle lens knows the real me, two brown oval eyes, a small round nose, a smile that glows and hair that flows. A girl that hides behind, heartbreak and tears. You will never see it in her pictures,
At age six instead of speaking about my behavior the teacher spoke about my weight at the age of 11 magazines taught me beauty was defined by the amount of makeup I wore...
My mind is whirling a million miles an hour,
I hide my beauty well My baggy sweatshirt A cloak of invisibility Protecting me From being seen For beneath it I am a silence Oppressive, deafening, overbearing
Seeing me Is a different thing Than seeing me I throw up my shield For a reason My two foot thick walls Walls made of words And music And the things I love
I have shut down.
I have tr
Dream Big and Dream Small Dont let the Failures Fall Step High and Step Low Choose the Right Path to go Succeed Now and Succeed Later Succeed when you Make Friends with Haters Live Now and Live Then
Gritty, grimey, beautiful, different Weird, outspoken, random, structured Victim, survivor, helper, advocate Determined, resiliant, hard-worker, teammate Granddaughter, daughter, neice, sister
Selfies? Those arent me my words represent the truest version of myself without filters I have never sounded more like myself people go years without finding their voice well, I have found mines and made it known
I am not what people see I hide secrets like everyone else  Afraid of what they might think of me
I am confident without filters, And strong without contrast. Unique without overlays, And clever without stickers. I do not need a filter. Hudson may make me blue,
Without a filter Without the camera Through the eyes of me I am a plaque of black.   Without a filter Without the camera Through the eyes of others I am an organic Hispanic.  
Days are tough I put on a happy face Mask the pain   No one knows The real you beside few I feel lost   Tears fall down People always ask, "why be sad?" "Just be happy"
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Don't wait for the moment. No one can give you the world But you Red who rose Violet no longer blue If you want the truth No one can love you Like you
Neither Here                          nor There                    but somewhere inbetween   CHINESE                                             AMERICAN                   that's the life i lead  
Some people contest with me about my own identity, As if I were a defined word they knew, that I was not keen on understanding.
When you're left alone
Before the night During the day We all hide In several ways Hair in face is my way With no filter on I have many flaws face like sand and nose so tall
Awake in the dark Wondering when it will end Alarm set for 6
when i was eleven i described something as being “so gay” and my mother told me never to use gay as an insult because i had two godfathers and they were in love with each other
You think you know me You believe I’m like you Well you couldn’t be more wrong About the subtext of my psychology
why,  at the age of five do I ask myself  "why"?  Why does my dad tell me he has to go away for a long time?  Why am I the only one left?  Why does my mom speand so much time alone with her friends instead of me? 
I loved him for who he was.
Truth is something one must give to himself.
At six years old she can see the world full of wonder, and her daddy says "Stand up tall baby girl or they'll walk all over you." At twelve years old she sees a world full of opportunities,
If I ask her if she’s smart, She would humbly reply, I like to think so. She doesn’t flaunt what she has, although What she has is a great heart,   A great heart that cares for all
As i look in the mirror i see potential, A girl with courage, stability and grace,
Me and Instagram we go back and forth like a pendulum
If I just stood there, Would you see me In all my brokenness and beauty? Would you see My struggles and troubles  And a past that's stamped with a seal of pain? Would you see
Mirror Mirror, on the wall Let the pendulum swing and fall. 
I painted a life sized mural in my room. Of a lost soul. I made my own paint it was bright red with specks of brown. I don't care about how The cow jumped over the moon, if ball is really life or why the chicken crossed the road.
Here, I stand. Here, I stare Like a beggar yearning for a meal. Incessant cycles of foolish decisions, My mind agrees to no longer empower My regression. Finally, I decide to fight for and steer
"Tact is just saying not true stuff; I'll pass" - Cordelia Chase No qualms in walking To the girl who talks behind my back And talking to her front.   No reason to censor
One look at me and what do you see? A high school senior just skating by? The captain of the cheer squad with her pony tail up high? Do you see the supportive sister of two young soccer players?
If I could change any one thing, It wouldn't be just any one string. I would change the way people see each other, And I would make people love one another. A single human would never be alone,
You say I'm beautiful, and you say I'm special.
I am from the screams of the silent Who has fantasies of living lavish  But too poor to buy it. I am from the slow beats of a drum Thump...thump...thump. I am from the unknown
Who I am con't be seen in a picture, So who am I?    Within four walls, I am comfortable.  I'm lost in deep sea of words on a page, and i don't feel like swimming.
I am reserved Silent and unoticable
Strong That's what everyone calls me Like it's my name Like it's my filter They say I don't have to be But it's my only lifeline   Strong If I don't be it, if I don't use it
Lately I’ve been wanting something more My mind is clear and I see an open door I’m running, scurrying I can’t reach the other side I lost the key that holds dreams that died
"Earth to Alex!" every day. every morning in AP Gov, "Ground control to Major Tom..."  Head in the clouds  with an I've-gotta-get-out-of-here attitude. High Standards. Big Dreams.  
It's truly a strange thing, when we're told not to listen to beauty standards, to live comfortably as we are, to "be yourself", and then are thrown a fistful of 
Here is a poem About a flawless person:           It does not exist.  Everyone has their flaws.  Some people are kind of clumsy. Others simply are very shy.
Incredible. An unsung paradox Wiggling its way into life as we know it
Big brown eyes, Maybe too slim,  Maybe too loud,  Hair too long, Maybe too out of control, We see how the media depicts us,  Women especially, No,
It all started out when I was  quite small And knew I wanted to be an actress. For a while I was shy and reserved around all,  But then opened up in my high school classes.   
Hate is a good thing, When it comes to bad things, But hate is for the next generation. When they look up to rap kings Who promote bad things, gold bling, and diamond rings.  
Me without the fluff funny, happy, fit me without the fluff
Calloused hands and smiles, Hugs, smoothies and sweaters, Sunflowers, nectarines and long heart felt calls, Dyslexia, crazy dreams and hiking, Banana pancakes, chai tea and laughter,
Let’s get something straight I’m prettier than you You’re not prettier than me And that’s how it’s always going to be Insert Hair Flip Here Oh I mean {Hair-flip}   You don’t like that?
The young boy was so quick to pick up a gun but never a book the young girls so eagered to twerk something but never to desire to learn something they wonder why they never earn nothing like respect
Authentic versions caught on the slip of the tongue,
And as I hum broken syllables caught in a broken lung,I come off as an oddity within the realm of Normalcy,Because my struggles to be them, they can never see:
"You're white, you're a girl, your life is easy." On the outside looking in, I suppose: I am white, I am a girl. I come from a white family Born into happiness and health. Raised with respect and manners.
A mouth full of imperfect teeth that chomp away lifes troubles
Living in the big apple you always gotta notice the bright lights.  Feel the rush of people passing by, ejoying life.
You were always there for me, Even with a damaged knee. Sam and I looked up to you, You never had a clue.   You carried your struggles As if they were light like bubbles.
And so it wastr, it was me standing in this mirror. Light skin, Brown eyes, You know the same old thing. Light pink full lips that naturally pout. My lashes are long, My freakles splattered.
Maybe I was blinded by love, or rather what I thought it was. Maybe I expected too much. Maybe it was my fault, or maybe it was yours. Maybe I was counting on so much more, banking on the feelings you told me you had.
Maybe I was blinded by love, or rather what I thought it was. Maybe I expected too much. Maybe it was my fault, or maybe it was yours. Maybe I was counting on so much more, banking on the feelings you told me you had.
In the lens of a camera, you will see An altered version of the real me: An angled frame, Hair that is tame, And anything else that shows off my "game". But in the lens of my soul, and the frame of my mind,
Okay, Honest hour… The purest form of me Is something that even I don’t get to see. The lonely, fragile yet caring heart hides behind The ruthless part
The Authentic Me by Hunter E Jones   Does the selfie define me? Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
Keandre Melton That's me Came from a family of struggles and hardwork That's me Watching my mom struggle because she lost her job That's me
Big Girl. I am a big girl,  And they don't cry right? They don't show off their Broken bones, broken hearts, broken anything Like a shiny, new toy.  
Who do I become 
I have it all planned out Those 8 litte pills They'll take me to some place wonderful I have all the notes safely put away in my drawer I don't think anyone will really miss me.  
Through the looking glass stands a female. Not yet a woman, but no longer a girl.    Through the looking glass emotions set sail. A smile that hides pain, but still greets the  world. 
My Definition Us human beings; residents of our minds & slaves of our soul We choose to see what is only wrong in every journey; what cannot be fixed
I am a nerd. A textbook nerd. Glasses, braces, acne, freckles, a giant graphing calculator, (It actually clips to my belt) I play DnD in a basement.
I remember my father crying When it was time for me to leave— For me to learn to kill At only eighteen.   To load, shoot, reload, Until it was mechanical, I no longer had to think.  
they're beyond addiction, 
if you peeled away my layer of makeup you'd find soft skin and calloused extremities tearing away he skin you'd see the veins that pump passion troughout my body
  Loose and wildGoofy and crazyI am meAnd me am I!   Haha, I love getting into the zoneAnd being myselfSome say I can’t shut upOthers tell me I’m a mouse  
I watched a bluebird on a window sill She sat there placid, calm, and singing. We shared the morning sun out in the chill, We let its rays shine down on our faces; freezing.  
  Snowy layers beneath our cold feet,   Warm lights strung above in a line--   When our eyes first meet,   Your warm hand touches mine,               
Beaming Yellow   Layers of makeup coat my anxious cheeks, Tutus glimmer under the incandescence. An eerie silence follows applause, Then darkness pours into the wings.  I am forced to face my fate.
There are those same brown eyes that stare back at me in the mirror every day Happy? I don’t know, but I could fool anyone I sometimes stand emotionless and empty inside, but appear complete on the outside
Athletic, studious, quiet To some, I am plain Funny, ditzy, and very determined To others I am insane   I have an opinion- A strong one, in fact- That some may never hear
Darkness falls upon my face, As I walk I leave no trace My mind is glazed but awake I know my life is at stake I take one look to my right As a sailor clutches his gun tight Steadily we advance
It took eighteen years to realize I didn't need anyone's approval  That my appearance had nothing to do with my personality  That I didn't need to edit my photos because I am perfectly fine with the way I've grown 
She stares back at me with her brown squinty eyes,  her lopsided brows raised in apprehension. She raises her palm and her delicate finger taps the surface. "I know," she says. My eyes glaze over.
I am fleeting; I have come I have gone   
Pretending is more challenging Then accepting reality. So why pretend? Why keep up the act?   I don’t.   Simplicity is a desire
To truly unlace me, Without the fuzzy filter Is to find a girl who constantly wants more from herself. She has so many goals, All of which will benefit those around her,
Home                     I lived in the middle of a dead end block with two enormous random pine trees planted in my lawn Gi... Gillani. Homes? For sale. My house!
Bells chime 4-3-2 Heart radiant like the Sun Divine energy
Physically, I'm distressed, but I impress by dressing my best. Emotionally, I'm a wreck, gotta stay in check to earn respect. Mentally, I'm cascaded by the replays of the days that have faded.
No filter needed, I will always be me I am who, I am  It's who I'm meant to be No makeup, no fancy style to my hair Natural beauty is the one for which I care I am short tempered, I am my mommas child
Makeup applied Hair shines, blow-dried Stylish clothes picked out to fit just so. Sitting through art class,
I went to a new school Where they were all different. They were not the heard of sheep I had come to know
It’s important to delete cyber bullying because it’s all in the headlines. “Teen commits suicide after being cyber bullied” plagues the news.
I have an obsession with quotes because other people are so much better than I am at putting my feeling into words.  
Who am I When the world is not directing me? Am I a runner Who finds her inner peace on the trail? Am I an explorer Who likes to see the world from the view of a tree? Am I a cook
Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner Who's next? Me?
My pictures have been fake for years My eyes don't sparkle like they used to I try to drown out my mind with music and drinks My heart and soul don’t quite work right I'm hurting on the inside  
When surrounded by the people I love and trust most, I am outgoing and very loud. Put me in a room of people I am not close with, and I do not make a sound. Through social media posts, you can see the real me.
Excuse me, But i'm just tryna get your attention from this world of mixed dimensions And worthless misconceptions engulfing the perceptions that I am not beautiful   You see,
There is this power to all Something that can be taken with awe
Born and raised in the house of God, where the family gathers to worship; Laying on the couch playing COD, when bed makes me abandon ship.   Playing on the diamond with a stick in my hand,
I can only be me, whoever that is. From my kinky hair to my stubby feet they try so hard to beat. They can never compete with a diamond like me.
Behind the screen is not what it seems.
Behind the screen is not what it seems.
"I'ma rape ya!" They say "It's just a joke" They say 
People appear as though everything about them is black and white,
The basic stuff that enchance my beauty, is not me. What is me , is the word flawless. I am as FLAWLESS as the word means.
I ask you to listen to me You hear my words but you only hear, not listen You have not done what I've asked I ask you to care for me You care about me but only to an extent You have not done what I've asked
My heart is racing. 
I'm just a girl,
Rebecca Harris No Filter Scholarship Slam 13 February 2015 Buried Treasure If the world chose who I would be
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dry tendril crackingdirt lacing up
Instability Things are shaking while I’m not on any ground.I don’t bother shoutingbecause no one wants to hear a sound.Time hasn’t been real while it swirls in my eyes.
Sandboxes I remember when I was a kid,I found digging in the sand the best part of the park,It wasn’t the swings that made usgo so high that we felt like we could fly up into the sky.
I smelled our lips togetherOne last time.My mind drank your taste.Each taste bud remembered you.My mind saved you for one last kiss.Together our lipswere a soothing ocean.Parts of our lips waves.
It sends bitter orders through your veins.
I remember the first day
To see into the essence of my being, One must scrape away the topical layer of an extroverted socialite. To take a glance into the depths of being,
A book—Book of Life you call it? What can your Book tell of the supposed life I have chosen? Can it acquit me of my unwilling contribution to the institution that has enslaved my mind, soul, and spirit?  
Every day is a gift,  all the days just flow so swift try to live positive & for others try to uplift... <3 You are here for a reason bigger than you I know some time you wonder what am I here to do? Is it some thing huge &  grand, here...
When I was younger, I wanted to be an artist.I wanted to be like my sister who made her room her own personal museum of art,complete with a shooting star as her cieling and a 9 by 12 beach to keep her warm, even in winter.
Somewhere between  Here andThere, I became less involved in what I looked like and more invloved inwhat I felt like. 
OMG- there he is- Fix your hair, don't breathe in. If you do, he’ll think you're fat, And you totes don't want him thinking that.  
I am broken. Into microscopic pieces. Pieces that are too small to find and put back together. They are fragile. Do not touch them, for they will break. Let them heal by themselves. If even possible.
I believed I belonged on the ground. That I shouldn't make a sound.
Perfection; The most desired thing, The all-consuming and pointless thing, That so many obsess and hurt themselves over.   There are so many things we all want to change,
When I look in the mirror,
I am my scars They paint my body, and my heart A story for the reader If they can see it   The one on my wrist from petting a cat Visiting a shelter, holding death I went despite my allergies
To myself the thought of flawless becomes a thought of flaws Here lies flawless, and here lies me I appear below flawless For I sink below into the midst of my flaws
Knowledge is like pearls fallen On a clean slate. A connect-the-dots; A complex task; to be taken
I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
I like to think that my words ar
My body is a temple built upon rolling hills that collide with the clouds and can almost touch the sky. My body is a temple full of growth, sunshine, green pastures, and sweet melodies.
Trigger Warn
Add a little here, add a little there. Hide this and hide that. Am I accepted if I hide behind this hat? Can I show you the real me, or will it be your judgement that kills me. Am I one of you now?
Honestly, I am me. Many words have been used to decribe who I am; Dancer. Cheerleader. Student. Daughter. Some of the common ones. But not the only ones I have heard.
Look around ladies, and tell me what you seeSociety's telling us all how to act, look, and who to beBeyoncé said it best when she woke up without a flaw,Now raise up with pure confidence, make the doubters stand in awe.
The impression left on a smooth, glass tabletop can be faded or everlasting. Blowing your breath along its surface and slide nimble fingers across and for an istance, your words,your symbols and your marks
Culture dictates hair be smooth sleek and straight, Professional hair is not out of place. It is hard to love your hair when it goes
When I reached pubertyMy mother began to destroy mePiece by piece  
I have myself a best friend A friend that's clearer than a crystal  and sees through me like celophane An unstoppable force passing through that immovable object I love them. They make me be who I am. 
Every once in a while, I'm asked the question: Hey Ben, why don't you have a religion? Of course, a quick response of "none of youre business" follows But why? Because I see flaws. Flaws in the seas and the sky
We tend to cling to the peak of the known, Terror and the abyss await unless shown, That the core of the tower is an empty throne, Or at best, something to be overthrown.  
How do you love something so flawed? How can you stand the image in the mirror? Lost in the flaws of what you see, lost in the questions of what could we be.  Don't you feel tired of regret?
The smell of smoke lingers in the air Blowing towards the crack longing for freedom to escape its beholder I am the smoke looking for a place to go To grow. I can fly with the wind and
Illusions casted Childhood memories awake Clear lenses of me 
Curly hair- How do I handle you? Not a typical Polish girl’s trait  Standing out like a red bush  and making me uneasy I get this nauseous feeling 
Kindness A word that is  Thrown                                                          Around Every                                                           Day Yet when said never seems to weigh
It was just within that moment in which I had taken a mere reflection of myself. A true reflection in which no other could see, unless filtered into perfection. I am a pure, white flower, blooming from fine, fertile land. 
Because I have imperfect Spanish, I am never Mexican enough to those who speak better than me Because I have imperfect English, I am always too Mexican for those who speak better than me
stroke of brush paint drips down, down until color runs thin a bulb is formed fingers run lazily, dazedly over the imperfection imperfect perfect is opinion flawless is a flaw  
These hand
It has been said that all your cells (with some exceptions) are replaced every seven years. Every seven years, you are a new person. I was thirteen years old when he would touch me.
*snap* An image is taken
My mother is weak And I cannot stand it She is feeble, stupid, and plain Who are you? And where is the woman that I once knew? You’re a weakling, darling A scaredy little ghost
I've gone through adequate measures to beat the monster that resides within me This thing lay secreted beneath the surface of my skin Readying to rupture out at any which moment
I am a suit and tie man with tattoos peeking out from under my sleeves, black ink that flows from my pen on to every assignment I turn in demonstrates intellectuality, the ink that punctures my skin tells a story,
Being impeccable is over-rated, unattainable, impossible, and even outdated. I prefer my goofy smile,  and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle, over that of a life monotonous with perfection.  
  For the first time in my life I am proud.   Proud of the young lady I've become.   My past is no lnger haunting me; owning up to everything I've done.  
so midless and numb; i remember the feeling of blades on my skin
I have come to a consensus To respect my bare hands, And to gleam at the man I have built To add structure to surrounding lands. I have also learned over time To disregard the closed doors,
I have come to a consensus To respect my bare hands, And to gleam at the man I have built To add structure to surrounding lands. I have also learned over time To disregard the closed doors,
When I was five I wanted to be a princess.
To be brought and to age      in a world of masks To be raised and trained      to forge my own To be afraid to be without it   At the end of the day      I'm still me
I am not the cutest but i impress,  I am not the most perfectionate but i past the test, I am a creation just like many others, I am a wonder, I don't hide what's under, When I am being me I smile with a cheer,
Ugly, repulsive, boring, plain Is what we believe others see in us. But through filters there is nothing we gain, It’s our own mind that creates such a fuss.   Take away the photoshop and filter,
I woke up like this… You woke up like this… Who woke up like this? Flawless.   Saying we look so good tonight, But how will we feel tomorrow? Guilt, Shame, Nausea?
Makeup and picture themes Time well spend
I cry at night Not for myself but for others For all the pain I have caused And all the pain I have endured I've been deemed unworthy I've lost so many Including myself
When I wake I look in the mirror awhile I see my "imperfect" skin, And my "mediocre" smile I see the redness and a new pimple on my chin, It makes me beautiful in my own type of style.  
Lover of my son No better name than mommy You make life so fun  
I see hope. I see light. I see a love For life that might Hide deep inside His heart, Beneath pain and sorrow That tears him apart.   I hear cries. I hear sobs.
Comfort we all seek; Yet deep down... Supressed.
Green is magnificient, No color is ugly; But clear is perfect.
Help. Fights, screams, yells, sirens, ambulances... No such thing There is no help Crying and yelling Sirens and running Nobody helps you Nothing helps you Overbearing, rotten 
I spend many years waiting for that person to treat me like a princess.  I did not commit in the past because I knew deep down in my heart neither person was truly ready for the commitment of my heart.
18 May 2014   You have a whole life ahead of you. You are young and beautiful and have so much potential. Times may be tough but sometimes it doesn’t hurt to look past that.
16 May 2014   All I want is to be remembered. I want to be in your best memories, Or maybe even your worst. It doesn’t matter what kind, but remember me for something.
18 Feb 2014   I sit here in class, thinking about your past, my past. Relationships are difficult and so are my thoughts. Too much for you? I questions your questions
The people that reside here in this mess Would have you believe
Twenty photos taken Ten are deleted Five are retaken Ten show the camera’s reflection on my glasses The other five look hideous: My baby cheeks seem to be bulging; My skin is flushed out;
Every day I accent the same flawless imperfections of my own personal style   A ten-dollar ring from a gift shop in Gulf Shores A black leather, metal studded bracelet from the same shop
There’s this girl in the mirror… And she’s beautiful.
Eyes all on me
I see you   In a clear compact box
We all search for that thing That one thing
What's life without an aim
I want to be free
Click! Snap! Flash! Damn, I still look fat. Maybe if I use...No Maybe if I put on...No Snap! Snap! Click! Oh great! Is that a fucking zit?
I don't write for them The world is not my audience These lines are not gems Poetry is not a science
Tomorrow is a race Yesterday is a name Today is a chase No means to an end
Dear Future Valentine,  
one single saffron dress that is flaw-
My backgro
The  secret  to sucess is what makes me flawless Confidence is key to a certain degree. When you keep your chin up and get back in the stirrup. Nobody can slow you down.  
As I step up to the 
Flawlessness Confidence within Free from manipulation Self empowered, justified pride Autonomous
Flawlessness. Confidence within. Free from manipulation. Self empowerment, justified pride. Autonomous.
Flawlessness. Confidence within. Free from manipulation. Self empowerment, justified pride. Autonomous.
I use to feel so disgusted by those hurtful words telling me that I wasn't pretty enough  slim enough 
Baby girls
Without a filter, I am seen.
Fucking up is just a habit of mine. But it's my life and not for you to decide. Because in the end we all just die. But I don't want live to die.  I want to live to live. That's the meaning of being alive.
I am a series of syllables, Thrown together with whimsy and chance. I am a sea of endless thoughts with waves so large they threaten to pull me under and drown me.
She is full of compassion Poker-faced to hide her emotion Magentic charm that draws them near like bees to honeypot, it is seen so clear Some call her a chameleon  Camouflaged with every story
Who am I? How do I describe? Will I tell you the truth? Or what I wish was the truth? I'll tell you what i do know I am changing I am becoming
My name is so long and hard to pronounceI strive for the best of my ability with every ounce 
These filters This lighting "No no no, wait that one wasn't good Let's take another" We're all so worried about looking good all the time
I'm not deep I'm not dark I'm simple. Not a simpleton,  No. I have fun Outside of the house Outside of the box   I run and stay active Face my problems: proactive
There’s something comical
      Your words dance across the page Drawing me in
How do you see the world?  Is it black and white?  Or full of sunshine?  Do you see flowers everywhere? Or are they just weeds?  Do see it all bad?  Or like there could never be wrong?   
It depends on the day Whether I feel the need to prod myself for an innate thought I bask in the inane shallowness that is myself My eyes still sting when the saltiness of the sea washes into them
“You’re too young to understand.” “You’re too young to starve yourself.” “You’re too young to be in pain.” “You’re too young to have scars on your wrists.” “You’re too young to want to die.”
Fragile without facade, honest without harbor, true without tegument; myself, I am, when independence holds me, when no fears bind, when thoughts course with vigor, when heartbeats sound strongly,
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page. Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections Boring And Unattainable.
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page. Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections Boring And Unattainable.
Pay no heed to the pretentious standards. Low-class, high-class, nothing! In other words- A worthless ladder of pity and pride. How well are those on the pitiful side? They certainly aren't with those in the stars.
Lost Like A Grain Of Salt In A Sandstorm. Living Life Without Proper Purpose. Staring Into A Reflection And Seeing The Unknown.
Take away Mayfair, Hudson, and X-Pro ll. 
Lost With A Mission Truely One Cannot Be. For A Mission Is A Guide For A Greater Journey.
I like to think I am unique, that without filters I am that much more special than everyone else. But I am not more special than everyone else, because that is an oxymoron. Everyone is special and unique,
I've been lied to and cheated on, I've been hurt so many times I lost count.
hunched low, pulled down by Frequent insecurities, walking slow, pulled back by Laced uncertainties, lost perceptions of what you might think All perceive,
I am flawless I am perfect  There is not one thing    wrong                                        strange                                        terrible
I get fiesty when people get mean I get bothered when people are ignorant I don't stop when I'm told  "let it go" I don't forget when people are rude If you insult a person for a person, I'm at you
I know what the world expects of me, And I’m pushed to make sure that’s what they see. But I ask you to look farther.
Marquel has thick, tangled hair. He has big feet; and struts without a care.   Marquel has small eyes. He has big lips; that tell honest lies.   Marquel has dark brown skin.
Birth of new born killers high end thrillers sparse chances, taken with unease  beans and peas, mark disease and players can't see me 'cause I was never on a team in the first dream, I ever had
My Mind is Beautiful   My mind is beautiful. An infinite universe
People ask what is love?
There goes my throat As it begins to close Tightening Strangling A noose that won’t Stop hanging   Shaking fingers and Sweaty palms I can’t go on Because my legs feel
Powerful and Strong, She controlled the room. She was Queen of her audience,
*Read the poem down first, then read it from bottom up. These two readings represent the filtered self -views of people in society vs. the individualistic view I have of myself, completely filter free*
She likes tights and baggy shirts.
When you are around My brain stops functioning And my heart starts rapidly pumping My perception of time slows down But I can't think, only feel Some say love isn't real
Squares in a series; Each song helps paint my story. They call me: FLAWLESS.  
Who am I, through a completely organic lense? A lense with no skewer or sharpener no falsehoods or pretends   What am I in an entirely natural glow? A glow that eminates my true personality
The trees whisper to me on windy days,
The trees whisper to me on windy days,
when i hear the word flawless i think about all the blemishes on my face the many scars and marks that cover my body the lion mane that covers my head and the jagged row of teeth that i have
I feel unnoticed The girl who stares at her feet while she walks the halls The one trying to get through another day just like you I know all of your names but do you know mine? why would you need to anyway?
Child abuse is reported every 10 seconds.
One day you realize
The stinging of my lungs as I inhale in  The smell of burning paper and fumes fill my nose The smoke disappears before my eye, becoming one with the air around it
My mind is filled with words and phrases which are trying their best to seep out onto this page, but they are being constricted. Its still lines constricting how much my words can reveal my soul;
Looking at a photo Of myself I see, Someone ordinary Someone just like me.   When I look in the mirror, I’ll be honest and say There’s a lot I would change, I wish it every day.  
Let me try to explain what it's like to have a mental illness. Life becomes a watercolor someone left out in the rain.
Flaw Laws By Samuel Michael Bienemy   Your flaws aren't what make you Your heart is what breaks you Your mind is wha makes you Your body is what frames you
My filter, My mask, My wall, No matter
His face was like looking at time itself Everything moving froze in his wake A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
When I was younger Peter Pan told me to never grow up
I can't breatheI cant growI can't reachMy aspirations are made in desperationin the belief that if I don't change my occupationI will become nothingMy excellence is irrelevant
In my own mind, Im already there. There is not a place. Its a state of being. Just to be what I need to be. Not a Model, Not a singer, Not a desperate friend who wants to be closer, but something more.
Everyday I wake up, I think to myself about  absolutely nothing, From the earliest hours where the sun hasn't even shown a ray, I rise thinking about absolutely nothing. That peace I get from nothing,
At 5"1 I like to say My height is classified. That's why I like social media All those "flaws" you can hide. If you were to ask about the real me, I'd roll my my brown eyes and shake my tiny head,
Am I Perfect? My body is small hardly like a barbie doll. My hair is thick and dark It is bold as if making a loud remark My eyes are almond shape a brilliant brown i can't escape
Close your eyes Don't look at this mess For all is perfect and Flawless
Because when I woke up this morning, the first thing I did WASN'T to look in the mirror. Because before I left this moning, the first thing I DIDN'T do was focus on what I am not.
The definition of flaw is defect or fault; The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth. Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are, So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
  We are two different sides of the same soul This I say to you, my friend Lover’s Lane shall never end When we are finally together again   And I’ll let you know one thing is true
Young lust Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave The vivacious fusion of the two bodies Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation  As they cover each other with outer warmth
Eyeliner, masacara, eyeshadow, Concealer, foundation; All to take me away from me.   Which filter to choose? How to cover up myself? Maybe people will like me now.  
the mysteries of genetics have conspired against me blotting, bulging, blackening. tearing at a person staring shredding my hope of decency my one wish to be clear and free  
  Perfectly Imperfect I look in the mirror And what do I see? I see an imperfect girl staring back at me. Many flaws do I have, I hate looking at my face,
  Good Enough Many thought rushing through my mind, Visions of how it’s “supposed to be”. Am I good enough? I’m sick of all these images I see.
The way you say my name makes me feel as though
I'm scared. 
perhaps dreams are a gateway to a new reality
Every picture of me that I personally take does have some editing of my face.
A line of coal across the lid A swipe of black added to the lash Loose curls cascading down Don't look in the mirror they said Conceited
  A relationship with another human being is such an amzing thing
I am Breeanna
As a child I was a gas. light, calm, careless, scattered Now I am a liquid. taking the shape of my container, spreading thin, reaching out, searching to fill something, anything. Someday I will be a solid.
I am a woman. Therefore, I am power. A typical woman is said to bloom like a flower. Why bloom like a flower, when you can sting like a bee? I am fearless, and I will be a queen.  
While the world splits meAnd everythingIn twos,The only option that fits meI'm not allowed to choose.When I tuck up my hairIt's not to impress you.So don't tell me what I should wear.
Always by your side shall I stay
A mere whisper whose mind is as loud as roaring thunder whose thoughts are jumbled with black and white, no grey, has big dreams that knows she should be afraid of but is ready to conquer them, that is I.
Who am I ? I am a lion who is waiting to be heard I am the bird in the cage that sings I am the one who has hand out to  help another I am the voice that rings and is not heard
The q
Without a veil I'm nothing special Well, not really at least I have blood running through my veins And snot in my nose My eyes are blue And my teeth white I have ten toes
Kisses that chase wishes by Katelynn Wilson.
I am not a perfect girl I have sloppy handwriting
Search Engine Status: Filtered.  Search in Images: Beautiful Woman  What you see:  symmetry  exposed skin  blinding perfection  small waists, thigh gaps, perfect features.  What it really is:
The adhesive on labels never seemed to stick to me.
The world is full of imperfections.
In the Mirror is a gratifying reflection, a young girl seeking for attention. An outsider wanting to be thin, desperatly wanting to fit in. someone that's been in a frown, constantly being let down.
While your mind sits listlessly on its throne, mine ventures to the edges of imagination. Opening up doors you unknowingly pass by, taking notes all the while,
What is “Flawless”? Like what does it mean? You don’t know, well here is a definition Flawless by definition means without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect Now tell me are you flawless?
You're in my dreams again and I don't know how you got there. You've been gone for two years, yet I still miss your smile. Tell me how I can get you out of my hair. I'd do anything to stop being so sad over you.
Hello My name is Jasmine I mean my name is Young I mean my name is Girl I mean my name is Woman   Hi there I’d like to tell you a story About summer When it’s hot
There's a funny little saying  You are what you eat So watch what you eat cause You are what you eat Can't have fast food You're fat Can't have that cookie That's sugar
I wear a filter everywhere when I do my make-up and my hair, black and white is my best friend, x-pro 2 and rise until the end, on instagram, I'm almost flawless, tan, with barely any acne,
I see those around me
Being yourself can be an inspiration to other people.
I am a creator, the most original of lifestyles.
I'm flawless by the curve in hip
I am flawless from my head to my toes No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold I shine so bright and I don't need to be told For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
Today we are told to be thinner, eat less, work out more; that our beauty has a standard we need to      brace ourselves for.
I’m just a kid from So-Cal. First in my class, But not by much. I bite off more than I can chew Because I don’t see it as such. I play sports, To escape from reality. It’s a form of catharsis
They said I be flawless Said I be drop dead gorgeous and unapologetic for it They said I be temple Be home to the broken bones those odds tried to stack against me My brilliance is immeasurable
The Dance Written by: Stephanie Garcia   When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings, we dance.   The drums pound and two hearts beat as one working in rhythm and cadence.
As you lay in your bed, eyes shut- waiting to fall asleep, listen. You hear that ringing in the silence? If you listen hard enough you'll hear voices. The voices will tell you dark things.
Behind the filters there is a mask Never seeing the beauty without them Always wearing makeup Always a smile Without it all who am I? What would people really see If they ever saw the real me?
It  has become increasingly simple To build a mask for ourselves, To pick and choose the best parts of our lives And put them on display As if our souls were on sale. We sell our bodies to the screens
Since last Thursday night, my three year old man has Disappeared into the clutch of Time.   My three year old man can do so Much more than I thought he could. He plays the keys with more
my chest risesjust as the sun doesand water coursesthrough Motherjust as blood does my veinsshe takes my breath awayand I cry in jealousyas she begs me, pleaseto love myself
We need to be more careful with the words that we’re articulating ‘Cause up til now all these rhymes have been self-deprecating All the girls obsessed with “depressed” and self-harm,
I've fallen in love with this R O M A N T I C I Z E D culutre of self-love. It tells me, "please no one  but yourself.   "Don't care what you look like, 
My fingers are faucets Fixtures that connect my soul to the materials I use to express it An outlet for the words that hide just under the skin, Scared of judgment
Eighteen years old! Finally realizing that my life is not my own. I wait until mama leaves the house, so that I can finally be me. I close my bedroom door and drop down to my knees.
Born beautiful, I am the epitome Of self-confidence
It comes without effort Yet it takes so much effort With the light it becomes burdensome In the dead of the night is where I find comfort.   Around noon everyone seems to "care"
At times I am menstruating My uterine muscles Pumping at my dry bloody walls  
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
Years of bullying and I'm still head strong Over the past few I'm still going on Unsing my friends to help to support me  
What do I believe in? Every sunday, as a little Jay I'd go to church to sing and pray In the back of sunday service I'd stay and play But as years came I began to sway No longer did I feel blessed
Scratch a glass, deform it Screw perfection Break a glass, and it is enlit Bent into a new creation   Your glass is intact, glistening with care You are vulnerable
Sometimes life doesn’t go the way you want it to. As we grow up, we have to choose. Life goes by fast. You go from playing in a sand box to waiting for a boy who doesn’t know if he should ask.
I was taught that I should chase after who I please  But what if who I please does not desire me? Growing up in a town of a city, blonde hair with blue eyes was what was considered pretty
Skin and Bones: A Poem by Tyler Shreve-Smith
Ever since I was a little girl, I was always told I was beautiful or cute. From my wide blue eyes To the way my hair would curl. As I grew older… Words remembered, encouraged Me to go forward.
I sit in the still of the night,
Who am I? I am a hybird A warrior who wants to defeat An underdog who cannot defeat   Why is this who I am? I am experienced
Took me a while to wake up looking this good My life had rocks and boulders  They have only helped me to wake up like this Now look at me   
through her eyes
My fingers lace through The yellow bag straps. Playfully, I tilt my head to the left.   A smirk on my face.
With curves large and wide that are slick as butter   brown hair that glistens in the sun   Hazels eyes that reflect the way I feel     A bubbly personality for everyone there   Short temper that gets the best of me   A follower of God,jesus hims
FLAWLESS SCHOLARSHIP   Beauty is a battle people tend to face. Some cost it; others just chase. The beauty, the glam, the entire fame,
Small little girl so soft so sweet; So broken so torn, sometimes she wished she was never born. Small little girl who looked out to the world, She saw all the makeup, and all the girls trying to fake up.
People view me as four eyes, But when I take those glasses off it’s something about those chestnut brown eyes that sucks you in. You began to take notice of this young woman’s other captivating features.
It doesn't do a lot of talking But for something that doesn't speak It sure says a lot of words. Sometimes, the camera can be this Light that shines on positvity And lets the creative and vibrant vibe come
Beautiful brown eyes why do you hold so much pain inside. Why is that when the sun catches your eye your always on the verge of tears. Have you been hurt so much that you can no longer shine the way you used to.
Burnt bridges, black smoke, whiskey eyes, a sip of coke.
i have no filter i keep it real, always express the way i feel.  my words may be vulgar and leave a sting, i don't care i'm spreading my wings.  flying high i'll never return.
Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer   What am I now?   Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer   What am I now?   Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer   What am I now?   Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
I’m drowning in myself   I can’t catch a break And can’t catch a breath   I’m drowning, the darkness spreading   Seeping into my heart And seeping into the fabric of my soul  
I’m drowning in myself   I can’t catch a break And can’t catch a breath   I’m drowning, the darkness spreading   Seeping into my heart And seeping into the fabric of my soul  
it's hard to believe i'm ***FLAWLESS sometimes but looking at the evidence, who can deny? with the way syncopated drum rhythms wrap around my head like a crown
Old Soul Who I am exactly is perplexing to say,
I once heard an old wrinkly man call his old wrinkly wife beautiful. I cringed and squinted, turned my head and tried to understand  what part of her old wrinkly face was beautiful.
Beauty has made her choice. She chose the Beast.  Beauty is intelligent. She chose her books. Beauty is kind. She chose happiness. Beauty is fearless.
A proud man who always worked hard Never gave up and reached for the stars Held out his arms when we'd fall He helped us be strong to stand tall Made us laugh through the years
I once told my mom in front of the bathroom mirror that there was not one part of my body that I really liked   Not my small “Chinky” eyes, that disappear when I smile Not my dry, rough hands,
I am no stone I am fluid like the tide Being born in the flood In the water the sky had cried Woven baskets slip along the Nile still Wonder among the fruitless fronds
When she was a child She was flawless Despite her tangled hair That her mommy Called “The Nest” She was flawless
I wonder what I can give, as far as wisdom goes,   for I am somewhat young and have many years to live. The cool Autumn wind blows
I love that I think I’m intelligent. I love that I think I’m hilarious. I love that I think I’m nice. I love that I think I’m drop dead gorgeous.
In front a mountain, Behaind -a trap, a pit, Nothingness. Let today be the day I conquer.   Those who fall behind, Risk leaving their head, a life. Let today be the day I conquer.  
It's so hard seeing from one good eye Because that's the only eye you can go by At least the only one you trust to guide you right Can only see half as good through them dark nights 
It's so hard seeing from one good eye Cause that's the only eye you can go by Atleast the only one you trust to guide you right Can only see half as good through them dark nights 
No knows, why the sequoia stands so tall, From below, it’s just another tree, But through the storms it never fall, Stretching skyward, and free.   It isn’t adorn with fragrant flowers,
I was 7 years old when i was told i was ugly that i had four eyes and big bucked teeth, that I was fat with a crooked smile that not even mother could love me  
The rain, Its such a marvelous thing. Washing away the impurities Splashing against the ground Like small soldiers dropping Scrubbing, Scrubbing away all the ugly.
You wake-up, FLAWLESS False. "You are everything,but flawless" "You are worthless" "You are purposeless" "You are powerless" "You my friend are nothing more, but less." FALSE
Art can be beautiful, or it can be hideous. Yet in all its imperfections lies perfection.   It matters not the skill of the hand, or the depth of the mind.
I am worthless. I have acne.      Isn't that natural? I am worthless. I am overweight.      In whose definition? I am worthless. I am too short.      By whose standards?
Dark spot with white swirl. Crushed cinammon spice kisses. Would you like more milk?
One stroke after another, on a blank surface I give life to creatures,
I am elamef. To be elamef is to be faithful and take the blow. To be elamef is to be light with no medium to show. To be elamef is to be heard but not to be seen. To be elamef is to be powerful but only in a dream.
I was taught since birth,Trained like a circus animal,To focus only on my flaws,Ache over every splintered quality,And strive for perfection.  
Look at the ads out right now advertising “the perfect body” What is  wrong with society? Perfect is not defined as a flat stomach and a thin physique But when girls see those pictures, they don’t eat for a week
A pearl, Dipped in love and frosted with perfection,
I am from frigid rinks, from bruised knees and injuries. 
Life is difficult, Of course it is. Do you really expect it to be so easy? Life is cruel, It throws things our way, Things we cannot prepare for, and yet we make it through the day.
Be yourself following trends  let the trends follow you follow the leader let the leader follow you be yourself because no one else can 
News styles flood our stores and closets every day, but what you wear won't hide your dismay.  You dye our hair, paint your face, and try to act like someone you are not,
When I look out and see the world today, It shames me to know the lack of kindness. That’s why I try to keep evil at bay: Lack of integrity is a crisis.   I wish to see the world bloom with niceness;
We see them everywhere, Masks that hide who a person really is inside. Their mask may have perfect hair, Or maybe it makes their stomach one less size. And, maybe it feels like we're obligated to wear them,
As I move once again to a new state. I hold on to all the memories   Willingfully I go with a heavy heart but hopeful spirits.   Now I say to myself,
I’m hecking emotionally aloof Somebody tells me they love me So I tell them ‘thanks’. But like really I’m pretty clingy I need attention 24/7 But from my close group of friends. AND GUESS WHAT WORLD!
As tears fall down my cheek erasing my make-up stained skin, My finger clicks "delete" that forces the last of my inferior selfies down a cyber bin.
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the Skin cells we shed each day, so Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper Look, for true beauty lies within  In the muscle that gives me strength And connects the
#flawless There’s always two souls to a person The one everyone sees from day to day And the one that hides and waits for the chance of immersion Because she never witnesses daybreak
Flashback   A blast from my past   10 years old and growing fast       A sweet little girl   Innocent and pure  
  My imperfections are in no way diminishing my value! For I am Priceless,
I'm not a writer I'm a canvas filler, but regardless i was always scared of my filter. Restricting me from things that could of been, now just a constant repeat of regret  within.
Hey, hey ya you! Remember you are worth more than any star in the sky From the pressures of life you become mroe like a diamond every day You're more than an option, but an amazing opportunity
Most people wear makeup to hide their flaws and insecurities Some do it for the hell of it
Dear Future Self,   You did it.   Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.  
My schedule— MWF class 10-12:30 TH class 9:30-2 Wednesdays are special: Go and help out at the elementary school, And make it to the Drama club meeting by 5.
I used to wake up and wish I were the gleam in the summer sun
I turned off the filter you happy now? That I look like a mangled, deranged ugly cow? No. Dig Deeper. See what I see. A volcano range of red hot pimples? Oversized white girl dimples?
If everything's possible, is it possible for me to b
¿FLAWLESS? For those who judge me on my skin,
By the illustrious text within the scripture of English articulation the definition of "Flawless" is "to be devoid of flaw"; it is accepted with general sanction   A quest to obtain
I am I Corageous but shy Captivated by the birds Who are just like I Stand firm on the ground But seek peace in flight. Whether in darkness or in light. I am I strong willed and kind
  I am controlled by this Bryiana, What story has my face have told? Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
I am Fat, A little pudge keeps me warm. I am a Loser, But I succed because I fail. I am Angry, For showing passion.
Echo, you privilege soul Stand by as I pillage your home Watch as they rave your condemnation We have yet to live.  
The smiling face in pictures On the websites that you see… Who is that? That is me.   But,
Seeing things with a different light Looking in the mirror and shaking my head… no I feel the need to dislike the reflection I see Too point out my wobbly knees my unpainted toes
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
I am perfect, on the inside The masterpiece has not fully manifested itself on this canvas yet But still, I am flawless in His eyes
I wish I could talk to you. Respond to all the gunshots you fired at me. Explain the constellation of pockmarks crowning my mind. But I am just a shell of what I used to be. Flimsy. Fragile. Empty.
You take life by storm,But you do it on other peoples toes.You love meeting new people,But you worry what their thoughts are saying about you.You are the wallflower placed in the crystal vase,
Young Ambitious Passionate Freckles Scars Acne  Flawless because I look past my flaws  Flawless because I see the best in others Flawless because my heart shows through my smile
I am beautiful I am my mother's lips I am my father's smile I am my sister's freckles  I am beautiful I am not my acne I am not my scars I am a work of art built by the universe
Who or what hides beneath the makeup Or is lost under the facade of clothes Stripped down to bare skin Revealing the all natural A sprinkle of freckles dance Aimlessly across cheeks flushed with pink
I'm flawless because I am able to see my flaws.
She moves like a feather That twirls with the breeze, So she can abate her bad memories And set her soul at ease.  
Take off the filters layered on a picture and when wiped away all that barely remains is the thin frame bruised by words, and a cluttered dark mind that manages to produces fields of wildflowers.
I hated myself because I had depression.
You’re the whitest person I know! They laugh and look at me expectantly Their eyes gloss over And they fidget from foot to foot Like they’re warming up for a race Getting ready to run away from the mouth
Here I am. Just as I am, right here right now. This is all of me. Nothing more and nothing less.
  Look Into My Eyes
I live in a world where 1+1 equal 2
Through the lens, you see is a smiling girl.
As life continues I only know of two people who really exist; Kris & KP. As I enjoy the limelight of being a versity athlete, I still find discomfort within.
I'm a product of my enviornment, in the sweetest sense.  My face is scratched-- from that time that neighbor cat clawed me.
Frizzy hair is the norm for me With a crooked smile and chubby cheeks Glasses sit on the bridge of my nose And who can stand a girl with goofy toes  It is always a tight squeeze to fit into my jeans
A step in one direction can lead to a path of endless possibilites and contentment. For as long as you hold the willingness to attempt to walk this path. 
 Knowing my true identity makes me flawless. Knowing that I can overcome anything makes me flawless. Not letting others destroy me into what I transformed myself to be.
 I look at you with my hidden eyes Your smile lights up the world Blue, green, and gray crystals In my heart, butterflies twirled I did not see it coming   At first mere acquaintances
When I was 13 years old, I was sent to a public school. My mom told me to stay strong. To be a tree. With no one to know and no one to know me, I stood alone in the forest society calls middle school.
They tell me emotion is weakness. They say I feel far too much to create something productive. But I can't control it. I am me, Because of what I feel. They say I speak far too excitedly,
"Worthless." "Selfish." "Hopeless."    Walk down the hall, A glance to the left, A glance to the right, The voices never stop. The voices never cease.  
I wish to swim far out and never see land again Penetrate the greatest depths of the world Find the mermaids who hide in my dreams And become the girl I always wanted to be  
How can I say Im flawless  When the world tries to make me feel less How can I say I'm smart  When Im not on top of the honor roll charts The world tries to tear me down
How can I say Im flawless  When the world tries to make me feel less How can I say I'm smart  When Im not on top of the honor roll charts The world tries to tear me down
Paul N 10th grade   [Bold- say it loud]  
Paul N 10th grade   [Bold- say it loud]  
It used to be so easy To let others get to me   'Not enough' they would say And I would believe them   How many times did it take before I realized the power of their words?
It's like looking into a broken mirror. Each snapshot captures a different shard of life, Reflects only what I want it to. The pieces are glued carefully together and framed.  
My flawless trait started when I was eight  but there is no denying the fact that I am flying.  Over expectations because this is my nation.
  Everything is spinning The floor is completely gone And in the beautiful silence There is a resounding song. No, it’s more like a tone. A buzzing or a beep That makes insanity seem so sweet
Sometimes- I tremble like the fault lines,
Fat        Ugly
Pale, blemished, perfect? Freckled, scarred, flawless? My skin is stained with excess ink from all the times I created my idea of art. My nails are broken and chipped from years of playing guitar.
Flawless In knowing I am not perfect But I aspire to life’s challenges And I remain myself Flawless
Growing up, I hate myself. Every time I looked in the mirror, my eyes would pierce into my soul with a hate that I thought would kill me in and of itself.
Stand straight, shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward. Think fast, speak little, assume none, shield all. Be good, follow rules, don't question, respect honored. Stay quaint, fall in line, don't be different- so banal.
Flawless. The girl on the cover of the magazine, The one who was created with photoshop, The one who sees the magazine and doesn't see herself. Flawless. The all-state basketball star,
My buck teeth are beautifulThey make me look like a bunnyMy one hidden dimple is gorgeousIt pops out when something's funnyMy pale skin radiantLike ivory pearlsMy strong assertive voice
I used to pray. I used to pray that when I woke, my skin would be clear of  imperfections. Clear of freckles, clear of bumpsI hated being different, noticed, ugly. 
Who am I? I am made of fire.
When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the Most real version of myself Dark circles Crazy Bed head Drool on the side of my mouth  And freckles everywhere
I walk into the bathroom i turn my head as my eyes interlock with the me within, I SEE With you
I was born into a world of loss and pain But I still live my life happy worshiping God’s name My mama working all the time
People in my generation are odd.  We all seem to think we need filters.  On our pictures, On our life,  On what people see about us, But not on the words we use.  I have no filter. 
Lovely, healthy, me Heart of gold and full of love
Without all the filters, without the different poses I know who I am and God only knows it I am free to be me in my crazy condition My wild mind could be shown at an art exhibition
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom When I am excited Because I am just me   I sing out loud While my headphones are on Because I am just me   I listen to myself talk
I am bipolar and thats okay I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway I am bipolar not an outcast The mistakes I've made are all in the past I am bipolar, I've learned alot
I am bipolar and thats okay I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway I am bipolar not an outcast The mistakes I've made are all in the past I am bipolar, I've learned alot
Less flawed than most Imperfect-perfections spotted scales hairy knuckes   I am one of a kind   I am the kind of one who has wrinkles streaming from their eyes Smile lines
I am perfect in my own way. Everyone is different, and therefore I cannot compare myself to them because they are not me. All I can do is look at myself and decide that I am who I am, and who I am is beautiful.
I look in the mirror and am proud of what I see It took a long time to get here Loving my body and who I am starting to be I was able to push past my fear I have two legs to run and a body that is strong
This is me I'm far from perfect
Its dark and quiet.   Except my night light that shines like a star.  Some how bringing comfort to the emptyness that seems to be lurking around the dark.  My mind begins to conclude maybe its my soul. 
I was smart, but was never good at math. "The numbers don't lie," my teacher would say. This theory of rationality left my consciousness A duller black and white than the atmosphere of the room
Does being black mean I am a criminal, uneducated, ugly? Does being white make me superior? Does being Hispanic make me illegal? Does being Asian make me smart, capable?
On Saturn's ring she sits crossed legged sparkling and stiff as a crystal
Unfiltered to me is quite possibly a detriment rather than a liberty.   In the grand scheme of emotions and perceptions that enter our mind, I gradually weigh my options
Today, my day may have not been the best. Tomorrow,  I look forward to the best.
I am not delicate but I will wear pink. I am not frightened but I will cover my eyes at a horror movie. I am young but that does not mean I have a blind eye. I am female but that does not make me weak.
I AM THAT GIRL Just like my girl Rosie. Don't mind me if I get a bit noisy, Cause I'm standing up for all the girls, All the girls around the world.   I AM THAT GIRL It's a positive thing. 
 I am… A lot of things Good Bad Both Many things But Not flawless Sorry If you were expecting something else I always tell the truth As I will now
Yes, we all have flaws, But it is not until we recognize such flaws That they truly exist. Without recognition We are flawless!   You may mess up, And so will everyone on this earth.
The thing that makes me flawless is my undying sense of hope, my ability to find the silver lining in every starless sky. 
I am a field full of daisies  I am a night sky full of stars I am a sunset over the ocean I am a swan in the lake
When time dawned first for me A cry tore from blameless lips Unbeknownst to I, naïve That nothing pure remains   Indeed, the world blew through my lungs Such earthly wisdom I inhaled
The photo taking business changed with a filter. The way that men, women, children, and teens could look at themselves changed. A new desire to impress and maybe look a little more tan.
  Love is a Sweater,
There is nothing above me but white and blue
Yellow leaves, from the maple tree that lined our street Falling stars race across the sky; it makes me fall to my feet
Me, I think I’m average, not perfectAverage guy, with average grades.Pretty average situation...But then I stop.  Average? No.Perfect? No.
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes They look at me but don’t know why I used to stay in my room and hide Scared of judgments, Terrified.   One day I took a glance in a glass
I am a drop of sunshine in a doubt of uncertainirty.I am a comforting voice in a crowd of chaos.You have a hard time following me? Try harder, because I lead out.
You say I’m okay On the outside So I must be alright To keep going But have you once thought About how I feel inside
There once was a girl Who held her head high  But you’ve stolen her confidence And you’ve made her cry  
  Everyday I wake up I stare into the mirror And touch all the beautiful Pieces of my body That I've been ashamed of
I am just an Untitled masterpiece,  With the flaws of Judgement,  Others throwing colors at me,  I just want to sing in harmony,  and let others hear the tune of my melody,    But when I am alone, 
It is not my curly hair  It is not my so called perfect smile or even my bright green eyes with long lashes 
Raped by the words of my brothers and sisters. Their eyes watch as I fall. But I will be the one laughing, As I rise higher than they ever could. Constantly worrying about others’ needs. What about me?
We all believe we are flawed; in some way, shape, or form. 
My soul reaches out for comfort, contentment even. I bask in the ways they teach me, the ways they want me to learn, to memorize. What to wear, how to look, what to feel. I begin to feel routine, I'm comfortable.
You're tellingus -No, you're tellingme.  You're telling us indivicually. 
I'm not just who you say I am,I worked hard to get where I am today.It took everything I had to just get out of bed to face difficulties.You laugh now but I am serious.
“They” say there are certain standards to conform to That a lady needs to watch her mouth and hold her opinion. “They” want to mold me into society’s ideal unflawed woman who bites her tongue and cooks in the kitchen.
You are not invisible not in any way, shape, or form. I know you see things differently. you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking. You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
Why do girls spend sixty minutes on their make-up when they can spend five Make-up doesn't define who you are Your words and your actions Those define you because those words mean a million more
I look to the stars above: I see the galaxies, swirling In a brilliant array of light- Now I look at me.    I see two eyes Colored with the heavens' imagination. I see freckles,
The ability to have flaws is flawlessness. Having fears of insects and the ocean, And let’s not forget bad hair days. Seeing past others flaws and insecurities for who they really are,
Yes, I am an African American teen girl and well educated Martin Luther King Jr. paved a way so I can say I finally made it. Day by day I face discrimination From this so-called united, free-willed, and lawful nation.
I am the observant girl, Who notices behaviors and attitudes and overlooked values. The girl who has few friends, Someone who chooses quality over quantity. I am a food lover who likes to finish what’s on my plate,
Round face, pointy eyes, dark brown hair, no disguise. A quarter Chinese isn't too much, but I think it is enough to count.   Of course, that probably doesn't mean too much to you people,
Oil perculates from the deep yellow skin, a false smile perfereates deep from within, the heart feels like this could be a sin, waiting for the alarm to go off so I could begin.  
Get your own big chair. I think it has been long overdue.  You should just grow some beard hair, and buy some new fucking shoes.   Those words will never be spoken now, we're head over heels in shame,
"What are you thinking? No Filters" He says, As we lay naked together,
"Your flaws are your perfection" This what I've always been told That I am perfect because I am not But I disagree
I ask questions Too many questions I ask every question But I am given no answers "Why should my work Be worth less than a man's?" And I am greeted with silence
I try to control myself But the temptations are hard My thoughts are to strong My mind is long gone   I try to control myself But not when everyones there My eyes see all wrong 
Feeling pretty?
What makes me perfect, is the fact that I’m not. Imperfection is beauty. Something most people forgot.   Scars on your wrists and fire in your eyes. When I say you’re beautiful,
for the longest time i was
Don't tell me.. How to feel, what to do , what to be   Don't tell me.. How to cry ,when to lie, how to see.   Don't tell me.. It's not the world  but it's you, look at the thngs you do.
Disaster is written in the scars that are made from a blade. Dark circles suffocate the light inside me, and create a darkness that doesn't fade. imperfections go hard with their dance along my sensitive winter skin.
Who am I really?   
when i wake up
I'm white. I'm lower middle-class. I tan in summer and pale in winter. But is that me? Am I just a loose shell covering a jumbled amalgam of bones and sinew? My cells, my atoms, my DNA, just building blocks
Staring in the mirror as I wipe away the day.Cold, alone, and vulnerable.Looking at the real me as the mask fades away.Scared, beaten, and longing.Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say.
Mmm ... Flawless ? Bossed Up ! Flaws ? I prefer my ways to who I am I wake up everyday feeling like I am the only one of my kind The only one who will do anything and everything Bossed Up!
How the hell do you judge people? What have you done that is so great? Where were you when I graduated? These folks have no lives! complaints , attitudes, nosey, and rude!
Without filters my pictures ar
They say there was a bang And Earth appeared In a black blanket Of billowing stars, Shimmering gas.   Then we did, Erect in a crooked world, Painting love on the walls,
A metaphor but something more
At some point, I thought that dandelions taught me how to live.
Who am I? Am I the mistakes I made, The wrong decisions I thought were once so cool?   Who am I? Am I a follower of the "in crowd," The coward afraid to speak against the popular kids?  
A turbulent mind
Green hair, eyeliner, dressed in all black. Do these make me who I am? My outward expression can define but one thing; what I choose to portray  may be not what I seem.
I look to my arm, there lie my flaws  flaunting their discreet disgrace.    Though despite the scars  and a past so raw, I know I am not my mistakes.    For beauty is within 
I am so terribly, deathly, afraid, of what when unfiltered my mouth should say.   Do I speak such terrible truths… of honest opinions of wistful youths? Or do I lay upon such speech
I know I'm not useless, on sidelines I don't sit, I put my time into everyting, for people, I won't quit. I'm one of those unique ones who sees beauty in all, so when it comes to BITE me....
I am N   aughty. When I am #nofilter, I eat the forbidden fruit, I hurt others and myself, I do what I'm told not to.
My bottom isn't the biggest, my thighs aren't the thickest   But I'm perfect exactly how I am My cheeks aren't blemish free, everybody doesn't have to like me But I'm perfect exactly how I am
Cry your final tears now,don't hold it in For tomorrow holds another chance to live again Keep your head held high in confidence and pride Just let go, relax, enjoy the ride Things will pan out in the end
I am labeled with words, Shy, reserved, quiet, And I am judged, For not going out more, Not having a plethora of friends. I don’t think before I speak, But I say what I mean,
Before you kn
To the girl peering in the mirror, who, for some reason, thinks she is inferior, because her hair isn’t straight,
Trying to invent myself. I'll juggle it all and make all the right choices. I'm overwhelmed. Like a cloud stretching to cover the entire Earth.  It reminds me that I am small.
He called them to the sea A boundless tempest raging Those of little faith witnessed it made still Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum Made still for the faithful to come   Without the storm
Who needs filters the constant judging of people who see 
No, I'm not a Babie girl I'm not the fastest swimmer I'm not the smartest student I'm not the best daughter
I am Kenna In every sense of the word I am inside jokes and finger pricks and two a.m. cheezit cravings and study hall naps and tear stains on a pillow case and stretch marks
For better never worst, Whatever to see a new year. Maybe another hurst.   Children always come first. Facing your biggest fears. For better never worst.   Dinner followed by dessert
Society says the point of “getting better” is to be loved. By someone; by something. 
i am smart kind funny compassionate and if given the chance i would change nothing. not my hair or my body or my situation. they are what make me i am composed of my
when you love someone  you love them in spite of their flaws, or so they say. i say you love people and you love their flaws the same.  when you love someone they become flawless.
Without filter, I am free without camera, I am me I am everything that is exactly who I'd like to be Without selfie, I am self A wonder in and of itself
Beauty comes from with Not from makeup and chemicals Beauty if how you are born You come in cleansed
  I'm flawless because I am a woman. My hair curls into spirals and my skin is tinted tan, I'm flawless because I am natural and do not get my courage nor confidence from a man.
The door opens. One step to your destiny.   You peer in and see the faces, The people who are looking straight at you.   Will you fail? Will you fall?   Hesitation sets in 
How could you love someone like me? Why was it me .. the one you ended up falling for? I stop and wonder why are you here? Do you even care? Or I'm I just another pawn in your game.. That you will throw away
F The letter placed on my birth certificate indicating that I was born with a vagina.
White, black, yellow, red.
Filter or no filter. What has this world come to? A life where we depend of social media to tell us what we are.  A life where people believe that something such as a "filter" 
I listen to the same music Over and over   I must be insane   I listen to the sounds of smiles Echos of a multitude of factors   Footsteps on old, tough stairs
It's scary when you realize what's here School is almost over Graduation is almost here Nothing has prepared me College is close   How do I fill out FAFSA? How do I win scholarships?
The sickness in my stomach Matches the sickness in my head And the aching in my head Matches the sching in my body And the hurting in my body Matches the hurting in my heart  
A blurred photograph can make a lot more sense than a clear one Look at the way she moves her arm to hit his head playfully Look at the way his face is blurred dodging that hit That action is day to day life
After all we've been through   Are you going to throw it all away?   Trash it like it was nothing?   Am I nothing to you?   Was I ever anything?
Why can't we get along? Brothers Sisters Mothers Fathers We're a family On a big planet We all matter Why not get along?   Why can't we get along? Blacks
That night I felt beautiful I was confident It showed   I went alone A couple friends and I I was beaming And giddy And happy   Until my date left
When I was five You would pull my hair Call me a doody head I wouldn't care That was okay You made fun of me I didn't comprehend   When I was eleven You would whisper
#NoFilter I am the curl in my hair I am the skip in my step I am the brown of my skin
The warmth and the passion of two lovers kindled by a thread
Quiet, they say.
An hour every morning spent on my  make up and my hair I switch my outfit three times befor I walk out the door I dont do this for the attention of some flawed attraction, but I do this for me.
 The tears burn as they run down my cheeks, And slide down to my shirt. Sleep has hidden itself for weeks While I ask, "when will He end this hurt?" I try so hard to smile
I am writing to let you know you are not alone. No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes. For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know your heart is not a fight club.
 Today when I look in the mirror, I know that all I value is shown, I will have no fear, nor flee as a deer, I can not conceive how I must have grown,  To allow myself to perservere, 
Filters are like masks.  We use them to hide.  We pick them to accent certain qualities and hide the flaws we don't want them to see.
You look around a see a girl. You don't know who she is or where she came from. Seems odd. But it's just me. You've seen me I'm sure. I live like this. Really?
She sits at home thinking of him With a tiny light that is dim Her mind races and runs He takes her breathe from her lungs When they touch it becomes a flame They realize they are both the same
I am a lyricist not a musician I write words that speak to your soul not the heart It may seem uncertain but the lyrics that I write show the hidden feelings within
I am perfect—without flaw. Which is to say, not a single trait I retain is held in low regard. Not one thing of my person can be looked down upon, for I am flawless.
Black is the color that describe my past  And the color of who I am  But what black is not  Is also who I am  Bright, with a mind that think right  With different shades that show my true might  
Covering, protective layer, skin For the body is just a house that the soul lives in
Covering, protective layer, skin For the body is just a house that the soul lives in
I’ll begin with telling you who I’m not, Although, sometimes I like to smoke a lot of pot. It dowses me in a state of peace, Keeps me from transforming into a beast. Shit, it helps me see and think straight,
They said things behind her back, They said them a lot. She started to believe them. She was upset until he came. She questioned him. "Why don't I have perfect skin?" "A perfect smile?"
When I hear the word flawless,  I think of precious gems like diamonds.  The thing about a diamond is that Its flawlessness isn't about brilliance or perfection;  Unpolished diamonds look like every other rock. 
I am here to undo my mistakes. To let you enter my world Since I made the mistake of leaving you out. My life is not the easiest But it's not the hardest one either. I have a life where I can do what I want
My eyes sing a song of gold  My smile is prepossessing Lips soft as a cushion This pretty face is a blessing.   Practice makes perfect It took 17 years for implementation 
I am Someone Who smells of freshly baked bread and cookies mouth watering comforting I want to talk with a CRUNCH
Self-respect, Self-esteem, A body,
#nofilter, #selfie, #natural, #fleek Hash tags are the holy grail of most social media websites I can use them to show my followers what I'm wearing Or show them the memories that I'm sharing 
I never really understood why Instagrammers hashtag #NoFilter As if it were some kind of excuse To say “Hey! If you think I’m ugly, it’s because I have #Nofilter.” I find it rather unnecessary to
Searching on social media you will not find me I'm too busy practicing all the right degrees The filters hide my fears and flaws Your half naked pictures should be outlawed Erasing the impurities from my flesh
Flaws and all I will continue to stand tall, because after all... I am beautifully flawed.  When I look into the mirror , I see smooth brown skin , sharp eyes, a button nose 
What is beauty? What is beautiful? Depends on what you see Someone youthful? Though pictures are less than truthful Cameras are off kilter Making perfection doable With layers of filter
Some people say I’m selfless. That I wake up and put myself on the back rack, But it’s definitely not that.   When I wake up I look in the mirror past the dried slobber and nappy dew
All I want to be Is the girl on a magazine, But she isn’t real. All I want to be Is that girl all the boys see, But I know her body is that way naturally. I don’t hate me But I want to change me.
They tell me my skin isn't perfect and think I can control it,  like it's my choice to have acne, and I can just make it go away. It's my body, not yours.     They tell me I need to eat more,
I wake up, put on my clothes, wash my face, fix my hair and look in the mirror with disgust. Yes, I'll do it.   I go to school and walk to class, I can hear them behind me, laughing,
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever I want to make an impact that would change the world There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
Everyone wishes they were different including myself.I don't really know who I am
I am flawless because My temper is short And my hair likes to be a mess. I am flawless because I can remember history dates And algebra is confusing. I am flawless because I can be lazy
There's a pair of eyes                                                                                          That can make me perfect in my eyes
Drums of the Serengeti Red dirt Dark faces and bodies. They call Americans copies. Full of History They always seem so pissed to me. Diamonds are born.
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become The crazy twirl that destincts Who she is   The girl I was years ago is gone
Stand tall and no one will know
She was fragile, A subtle kind of beautiful, yet strong In mind and opinion.   She was clever, Quick to respond, while clouded With silent doubt.   She was a conformist,
I can feel my health dwindling,  depreciating,  spiraling downward.  I thought these feelings would dissipate with the snow,  but they show no signs of leaving:
An apology is much overdue For all the harm I've caused; More so with the harsh words,  Which daily fell from my tongue.   The cuts and bruises once came From being young, wild, and free.
I am a woman
Curly Hair laughing eyes Big, bright smile laughter wrinkles, slanting towards well traveled eyes painful and dear memories treasured in the heart
you  have a past many scars use them to break down bars let go of your fear and dare to succeed now you know that's the reason" they're always lookin' at me " be bright, be bold
The struggle to progress...the power to drive  none will ever no how hard i tried  with evil on one shoulder and the other with pride no fear in my heart, but yet tears i cried 
See just before fire was sent to the rain Before I even saw a glimpse of the pain Before the arrow was shot through my heart Before peoples' words could tear me apart There was hope! Yes, little but there was Hope
Tell me where these flaws derive from? Itching from the grass under our feet; to the hands we so dearly want to hold. Is there a text book, a guide of some meticulous sorts. Iv never found a universal perfection. We spit that word out.
iPhone 5s and the conformity has started Promised not to follow the pack yet I got the Xbox one regardless. I'm charged to the outlet, with my device in hand
Confronted every day by the simple recurring question "Who am I?" For so long I defined myself By what I do Rather than who I am. When the day came that what I did stopped,  Who I thought I was
one look at me a word comes to mind: quiet silent
When you look into the mirror you are unable to see the beauty that you possess deep inside. Your reflection in the mirror is the spitting image of Society spitting words that make you cry. Too ugly. Too fat.
I hate this moment I dread condolence There is no hiding This time today   My knees are weak My mind is bleak I cant conceive a way to believe That I am strong  
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, my beauty is upclose near
      When you leave you venture above dormant pavement This is a memory This is a moment
I am the future I am a leader I can contribute to changing the world It starts with me, with you and I together 
I am a strong believer in a good narrative- and a good ending. With my big, hunky teeth and pizza face acne I think I was set up as an underdog-turned-hero. Because high school was the stage, the script became way to predictable
If CHANGE were loose change- Coins found haphazardly in the seat of a sofa or trapped in the crack of the sidewalk The world would be a different place Loose change with little value
5’3 196 lbs. Born 9-22-97 30 inches of golden blonde hair Roughly 38D 3.69 G.P.A. 45 in her graduating class Predicted score of 1850 on the SAT Studies 3.64 hours a night
I am beautiful. God has made me into the woman he wants me to be. I am not defined by the number of likes I get on a picture or the number on a scale.
Self- image turned to self hate.  Something was dead inside, and no one could relate. They took that piece from you. You were lost; there was a hole.  You hated yourself, you had no home.
What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say?  I don't like you the way you think I like you I am emotionally attached but not to the point where i will cry over your name if you leave.
  We were young and in love We were a fiery passion You were just playing a game You just weren’t that into me  
Ah, behold the beauty of the world... The great protectors of the forest... Fall! by the hand of man The great oceans of the world... Poisoned! by the hand of man
Got out the bed, flawless Fixed my hair, flawless Got dressed, flawless Ate breakfast, flawless
I can feel my blood boil. My eyes picking out all the imperfections. Harsh criticism that makes me bleed from the inside out.
Take away material possessions, take away all she holds d
They said it could never happen, so when you told me to give you my hands I gave them to you. I even smiled. Now I am tied up and I'll probably die. They say better to have loved and lost,
Times are real hard they say, whether referring to the past or referring to today  
When the term "Hearty Chuckle" comes to mind One might think of a large lumberjack eating a pork rind
Mom and Dad you can't write my script, this y'all will never understand. I am my owm person,I do what I want, not meetings yours or anyone else's demands.
I am John Daniel Gresham I am not perfect, far from it in fact. I am a sinner, and I'm a teenager. I  am a rebel with no cause. I make good friends, and I also make bad friends. 
Everyone is unique Different talents, different abilities, different attributes No one is the same Different eyes, different hair, different skin We all have one thing in common, though My generation
Flawless Am I for the Friends I have made Flawless Am I for the Losses I take
They say it all the time. "Keep it together" But what am I keeping together?
Green, brown, and blue. These are the colors of my energy. For we are one in this small world. Our lives intertwine, where together we can thrive. Or fall.
I am the definition Of a proposition In a commission Between a division Watching the simpsons It’s hard to make a transition But this is where I make a decision I am Not weak
In a male dominated society It is hard to be a woman You have to do things quietly Only to be proven a fool, Trying to act politely Thinkin it makes you look cool
It will take you away from your mother It will feed you, clothe you, & raise you under its wing It will deceive you into believing you're becoming a man It will give you anything you want
Let me stand out. Let me stand out so I can be me. Because the me that I am, is flawless, and wouldn't change a thing. You may call me names I don't agree with, or labels that I don't accept. Let me stand out and be different.
What makes me flawless? Well simply the fact that I choose to be I’m not looking for approval from anybody but me   I’m an individual I have my own thoughts and my own mind
Without all the extr
1. For the first few years of my life, I was bald.
Who am I? I'm no one I'm someone, that no one sees I'm outgoing And I'm "here" So why do I feel invisable? Because my name isn't my name My face doesn't look how it should
Beauty over Depression Derailed and Disastrous Why do I feel like this? Empty and Eerie
I have memorized all the break up songs Cried a thousand times Remembered your beautiful eyes and face But… The memory of what’s behind it Breaks me up every time I want to say I love you
when I look into a mirror, this is what I see, my reflection staring back at me. She has brown eyes and short brown hair, doesn't like the way she appears. She understands it's just a phase,
Quadrant I avouches positivityNo matter what angle you gaze fromEvery daybreak, we wake up in the origin
We have all been told do things before you are old. We sit here and laugh in their faces and continue to walk at leisurly paces. We go through elementary, middle, and high school. 
Perpetual darkness was all I seeked It was all I knew Ugly hurt shaped my heart And sadness filled my core My insides so full of pain
Some people call it being rude Some people call it being exaggerative I call it being OUTSPOKEN   People say it's annoying People say it's unnecessary I say WHO CARES  
There are a million filters I could choose,
Wake up, get ready, Go out. Smile, Conversate, Engage. Leave, Sleep, Repeat. These things I do, I say I love, Bring me pain everyday.   Wake Up. Wake up to a world of hate and pain.
What would I change?
Born in Nebraska, raised in Omaha, just a small town girl with wild dreams
I can see you But all you see is yourself This one sided mirror has a power  Power is something that can be given Something that you have given Something that I have given To you  
A perfect photograph for you to memorize.
Life is green, Ivy shining in the light,
  Deep within the misty darkness,
Be flawless, don't hate. No flaws means to be perfect; Is perfection real?
Rubi Ramirez
Eyes can only see the physical world around us, Is the physical world the only thing that  matters? In a world where people are judged by their appearance, Rather than how they've acted or what they've done,
To say something is perfect is in its self-flawedPerfection has always been an ideal, a dream that would never become realityWe do our best, though it can’t be achieved actually
It burns like a thousand suns but it does not destroy me instead it fuels me Like a lighthouse It guides my path to a destination called destiny
Nobody knows this one thing about me Right here, I am a cancer survivor No please do not run away and flee
I am strong and positive I wonder when will the world end
Self-seen The strongest I've ever been A societal strain Recites lies and prompts pain But I Refuse the abuse Fight hostility with happiness And affliction with bliss To be durable
I woke up in this body Without any glamour whatsoever Loving myself forever Without idolized beauty Sounding a little bit loopy I woke up in this pattern Without a round tootie
If my hair looks different, I probably washed it today. I find flossing to be inhumane. I sleep in a nest of dirty laundry, and it's the most comfortable thing ever. #SweaterWeather means I am #NotShaving.
burned 4 Fingers by hitting  my Lamp instead of the snooze button dropped my phone on my cat, earning a huge scratch on my Arm
Take a look around, tell me what you see - 
I've come to terms with who i am. Sure it took time, but here i stand.   Flawless looks hard and seems unatainable but flawless is all around. The way I can dance,  my love for singing,
Everyone is beautiful, Perfect. Just the way they are. Some might even saw, flawless, I mean, all humans have flaws, But are flaws really flaws when it makes them who they are?
Who could describe me better than myself? Is it my stay at home mother who keeps me happy and fed? Or my little brother that drives me crazy? How bout the best friend that lives miles away?  
The world describes using filters and wearing makeup as a way to hide our true selves from the world
Mayfair, Valencia, X-Pro II,
I'm Seventeen. I talked to my counselor today. The school won’t let me back to class without a note from a therapist;
Light, Camera, Action The day begins. I do not wear makeup on my face Maybe some on what i show  There is a mask    My words have meaning; no one reads them. Me. 
                                  To be a believer, you have to follow your dreams                                                  You have to chase your dreams
Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story Of the young man with great determination. The one who worked for years on a single goal To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
I smile  post Then continue cutting   What would mom say? post And finish my drink    We pose  post  You beat in my temples   Find inspiration P O S T 
Why Me? Why was I cursed? Having a huge chest Is definitely the worst Nothing fits right I can't ever find a bra They're always too tight Or not tight at all My back really hurts
Is it the world we blame or ourselves. 
What is human existence?Is it to pronounce our unfathomable desires in a rush of uncertainty?
Remember when girls went through that "selfie" phase? It was like for every picture of their face that they posted The hashtag was "no filter" Followed by a billion heart emojis and smiley faces
Where will you stand 
Too plain Miss Jane Hair pulled up No foundation, just her natural blush.   How plain Miss Jane Eyes neutral Fair skin spotted with rose scares.   Pretty plain Miss Jane
Come, Sit down and view my world Let me take you in   They say my name As if it is I that should be ashamed. And yet, I win another battle  
It is hard to unwrap beauty To hope for others to see past the lies A blank stare of your nudity Or a porcelain face in disguise   Underneath the flters Where I would rather hide
The boy: Eats alone everyday The girl: Runs to the bathroom between every class The outcast: Doesn’t know why people hate him   They all have stories to tell
Do not ask me a question,Then at my less than quick reply,Mark a zero for participation.
I see visions. Visions of people who don't exist. They come to me all at once,
life is not perfect, now isn't this true and believe it or not neither am I or you but perfection is not everyones dream friendship and love will mend a tear in beautys seam
Although our faces may stand behind a electronic shield, Hidden from reality, We can still detect the truth if we were to peel, Peel the colors from your pictures and disocver the unreality 
She was found at the age of 16, 
So you wear the newest fashion, the camera flashes, but there is no passion. The color of your lips and eyes are rouse; does anyone even know the real you?
A smile speaks for itself. It can make people melt. But can you see what’s going on inside? Can you see their true self? A smile holds a thousand words. A smile can hide away what they truly feel.
    108,000 steps or 54 miles until they reached the unknown The goal was always freedom but would it be on the other side? Freedom to express your voice, to be heard , to be seen
I remember the way the filters made me look, so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new. I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,
Out of the ground of mystery I sprout, Bearing the fruits of eternity. No one really knows where I begin and end my journey, And what I will bring. Love and joy bloom on my branches,
When I sleep, I dream. When I wake, I stumble. In the summer, I work. In the winter, I cuddle.   Listening to music, I am the lead singer. Watching a movie, I'm running for my life.
How quickly we come to forget Those who do not sit with us Things that don't affect us For an instant we care Then we move on   It's been eight whole months... #BringBackOurGirls
When I was little  I was too friendly; always talking to strangers And my parents were afraid that a dark man Would take me away and I would never be seen from again Only what they didn't know -- 
I look in the mirror and what do I see? A young lady, matter of fact, a young woman that wants nothing but to succeed. Succeed as a collegiate athlete, Succeed as a college student,
"I woke up like this,"My favorite singer said."I woke up like this,"The words ring in my head.What makes me flawless?What makes me perfect?I work hard, I play hard,but always remain studious.
Behind closed doors I am lyrics I can relate to And sad songs on repeat To block out the world I’m not sure I want to be a part of.   Behind closed doors I am scattered papers, pens, highlighters,
When no one else sees it, when no one else hears it, when no one feels it; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE does. Through thick and thin, thoughts lost, and emotions gone; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE is there to find them.
I am one of the Flawless, The ensemble of ladies and gentlemen, Who choose to be lighthearted and humble,
Misunderstood, misconceived. Judgment by society. Look to me, what do you see? Silence unjustifiably.  
Wickedness comes, it comes in the forms of Drug's, Greed, Envy, Lust, Glutonany, Pride, Gloth, Rath, Lie and Steal. So many fall under the wicked spell and lose sight of everything they have right in front of them without even realizing it.
Short, wavy , black hair Beauty marks here and there. Small eyes,thin lips, Little waist , wide hips,
Impossible is but a word in the mind,
Flawless a term of perfection. A definition of popularity, often overused.  But to define myself as  Flawless I address my flaws. I am  a million voices.
Insanity is Madness Madness is Deranged and Bedlam and Chaos and Mayhem fight uproariously for center stage. Yet in the insanity is my inner quiet and in this quiet I find there is still Hope.
My hands are clutching my hair I’m trying not to swear Nothing is working out I’m going to shout Everything’s going wrong I just wanted to belong Why can’t they understand?
Underneath the beating blanket of society, Underneath the glamour , and glitz, and cotton,
Home is where the heart is But if the heart is not at home Does it curl up in a ball Or does it find a place to roam   Home is where the heart is But in this house it is not warm
my secret weapon  my calves moving me  forward 
No Filter. More than just a recognizable hashtag on social media. Use this to prove a point?
Not every bird is born with the instinct to fly. Not every child is born into a world of pretty pictures. Some must crawl before they walk, doodle before they paint, or wobble before they soar.
Yet me walk in your shoes so I can soften them up so your feet don't touch the hard ground you step on.
Scars on my hands from the kitchen knife mishap,  cat-related incidents like claw marks or the time the cat food 
Nice. The chameleon of a word, shedding connotations like a snake sheds his skin, the word that haunts me, defines me, good and bad in the mouths of peers, they let it slide out like warm butter
Why am I flawless. This poem can end here because I can simply just say I'm flawless because I'm me. But, I don't want to leave you with any curiousity, so, here's why I'm flawles.
A man of wisdom and everlasting truth  If I was there, Sir, I would have yelled "Don't shoot!" 
So who the hell am I? Let's see...   I'm a fricking nerd-dork weirdo with barely qualifyed coolness, I'm an anime weeaboo and self-proclaimed "voice-acting officinado" of sorts,
  I'm a flawed human While not perfect, I do my best To impact the world
When I was 11, I was told to branch Out of myself, but the twigs grew in weird places.   When I was 12, I sat on a fallen petal and broke a twig. It hurt.
   The water is tepid, the sea cool bliss;
I am a contradiction. Happy, sad. Yes, no. Black and white. But everything mixes. One moment to the next blurs and I am lost.  But am I? I know the road well.