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Walking down the street making sure these poor boys eyes bleed My hips in the right place making myself irresistible to chase Do you see the flawlessness is the way I strut?
No such thing as flawless, perfect, peerless; Only fallen varmints grubbing helpless, Guided by old books to find redemption And some vindication from above.   Perfect spirits all alike and charming,
Before I was born, it was already determined A girl in this life is a second class citizen If I want to defy that, then I must act like a man This life of hypocrisy doesn't always go as planned
No additions, no subtractions, I am an ordinary woman Simply less gorgeous than what my pictures look like I am a woman with flaws With acne, small eyes, and facial hair Nothing too special about my body
I'm the king of being the best I can be at all times. I don't want to brag, but hey, I think I'm the choosen one.  
I am not the color of my hair (lord knows i've dyed it so many times before anyways). I am not the color of my skin (I didn’t choose it). I am not the color of my eyes (they seem more appropriate on my dad’s face anyways).
Without lights, wihout glamour I'm that kid obsessed with M.C. Hammer I stick to myself and emerse myself In rhythms and beats Beats so rhythmic they make your heart dance, your soul sway
We are all art in motion Constantly Changing
Who am I? Now just try
We all know who we are, thats the scary part. we want to think that we are, a princess, a prince a hero, a savior but oh shit,  we are... normal. but so was Einstein,
I had to pay, actually, to find myself. Didn't you?   I had choices, I had to chose. I had fallen to the social norms.   I lost my sanity,
My Shrink is on Xanax 
  Heavens Rain   I do not know If my skin will ever be as clean as others seen But i dream to let go of a constant stream..  Aesthetic symmetry floods me 
Ask me what and I will tell you why. You did not want to know,  but I thought you should.  Trapped inside a selfish mind of complacency? I'll give you a dose of reality. It is not my job,
Happy days come and go but nothing more They say to prove your worth or else be sore Ive come and gone and begged my soul to greif Alas it has been nothing but a dream.  Those boys and girls pertain to nothingness
#nofilter is a hashtag
Shes screaming out to the girl she once knew,
Sometimes I wish I had not a 1 or 2,
Who am I? You'd like to know. I am a contradiction. I like to be by myself, I hate to be alone. I am happy, I am sad. I am loved, I am hated. I am intelligent. Who am I?
I am imperfectlopsided smilea single dimpled cheekan abundance of freckles and blemishescrooked spinethe scars that are scattered amongst my body tell my story
Who am I? Am I here for a purpose, do I have a duty? Living among 7 billion, in a universe of beauty? Am I a walking clump of cells waiting to go back to the ground?
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
What is my story, you ask? Not one that can be covered by a mask. It involves venturing into the dark ocean Looking towards a better future with devotion.
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
I am not perfect But I have identified my flaws I have bipolar disorder I have depression But I do not let it control me I am Passionate I am loving
This is me. pale boring brown eyes unordinary brown hair imperfect skin a little chunky, but who cares?   This is just ME! standing out
My blood bristles. The fever is crisp like wine, through my veins. The pressure illuminates my remains I stir with tenacity. I sense your lustful presence My blood pressure rises, then falls−
My Story   I celebrate my life and I fear a lonely one, And you should feel what I feel,
Look in the mirror what do I see?
Many times we get hurt my words Wether we be diffrent or just nerds  We carry much sadness and pain To what extent will we ever gain We often thank we are alone  And often we complain with a groan
I can’t remember the last time I cried,but I can remember the feelingof an empty chest. Seven in the morning
I'm a man with low tastes I play games all day And sleep all night I like the way i am But others don't   I eat junk food and stuff my face I never consider healthy crap
Every wish isn't right or wrong.
A filter on a picture is like a curtain covering up a stage; everyone admires it with a mundane sense of awe, until the courage to open the curains is formed, and every onlooker falls in love with what lies beneath.
I'm one of kind 
Me.. without filters  how far do you want?
I gre
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'
Is it true? the words I hear and the visuals I see, beyond truth is all I ever believe, but for  me to see, and for me to hear is it reality?  the feelings that i feel
I am not who you want to be be.  We are not the same. I am whatever I am, but it doesn't have a name. 
A breeze, trembling as it channels down through the trees,    Articulates itself to me as talking leaves sail from the higher bodies of nature.   
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.
Who am I with #NoFilter you ask... You may see a  dollar all wrinkled and torn and then that perfect straight crisp dollar but they both are still dollars right? Filters just cover up the imperfections on the outside.
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.
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
I'm not going to start this off with the typical line of "Who am I?", because I know who I am.
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
There are a thousand things I want to scream at you make you understand the pain you put me through: The bullet in my head and  the crevice in my heart.   You said you loved me,
Let me tell you something your beautiful.
  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
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
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:
I know this self(i.e me)
In secret I'm not always as everyone see.I lie to myself a lot.
Negate the chance to use the crippling and Oppressive option of filters. These are the
I am like a volcano, so quiet and reserved.
Cursed lips that say my name That first kiss I'd hate to claim Evil disguised as a beautiful girl My heart was blinded from another world To say my name you have to know it first
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,
what do you see when you look at me our perspectives are completely divergent because you see a girl
I remember when I used to show you pictures of deprived girls, With ribs that protruded like the fingers of a rake And you’d give me this dumb look and say things like, “That’s a little unrealistic, don’t you think?”
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.
The world as I see it, unfiltered, is not shown through our screens is it? My freckled face, unfiltered, is now in valencia framed? What happeed to the light from the sun up above?
Funny funny funny, I am funny Creative Creative Creative I am Creative I am me who loves and loves I am me who loves to be loved Caring for a person's heart is what's normal
I wish my dreams were real life.
Kids in the street
  What do you see about me?
Feeling so heavy at times you can barely breathe You worry you stress then try to lay down with all that and rest You see their struggles It eats at your soul This world we live in is so cold USA land of free
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?
Like strong coffee, you'd want to off me If you really knew the true me. You say it's a new me. I think you never knew me. Tell me Can you handle me with #NoFilter?
I'm six foot one Lots of fun That is how I am known to everyone But I am more than just a number  I'm a person who will leave you with wonder I've fought battles with myself
It hurt,  it hurt looking at him. The betrayal within his arms, his arms embracing another female.  Eyes wide open,  as she lays upon the memories,
Tell me something Not an empty something Tell me the truth Don't tell me to just smile Or hide it all inside Cause those things aren't working I've got no one by my side.
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
I am a fat girl It's no secret:
I watch you stain a canvas with your presences soft breath whispers your eyes don't see and your ears don't hear endless odysseys of conversations I’ve had with you your body language the tool of choice
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.
No filter   Without process, instant or tonal   we can all be beautiful.  I hate all the people  but I never tell them    all these people hate me
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....
My skin does not have a filter. Although everyone elses seems too. When others look at me I feel like I am an annoying splinter. No one else realizes they too, do not need a filter.
She plays with the ends of her hair and laughs out loud; I am careful to hide the crooked smile of which she is somehow proud. She loves colors and dresses she can twirl in; I drown in  dark colors and drab cardigans.
This handsome Blind man says Only me in my world Only I can see my world U can't c my world Only I can c my world Only I could heed my thought
I review myself over a layer of abstraction: the camera's lense, the mirror's silver, or a stranger's eye.   It's when I look into myself as a primary source that I descover the gorgeous,
Do you see me?
#nofilter       Because the truth of my words means so much more than the over lap of my teeth #nofilter
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.
Kim Kardashian. Taylor Swift’s new guy. Magazines and Social Media  flow in like the tide,
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.
#NoFilter Behind the filter who am I? Behind the rose tint and the tweaked waist who am I? I am the scars that decorate me face For they tell MY story I am each little curl in my hair 
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,
I walk out of high school into a world Filled with complacency Hypocrisy Even lunacy But no matter what I do or say I can't get anyone to see That  I see what they can't,
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
A real photographer doesn't need editing. Just the raw subject. The real thing.
You Don't Fool Me You Can't Hurt Me My Heart Got An Armor That Protects Me So You Won't Be Able To Stab Me In The Heart Again I Gain Confidence More Than A Cat Being Thrown In A Rain
Deeper.... Firmer... Stronger... Lover Heart Healer Lip Sealer Life Concealer Dream Believer
6 Months In your Arms The Same As 6 Months In Hell Instead Of The Feeling Of Heavens Kingdom I Faced The Feeling Of Jail How Can I Be Such Prisoner To Your Love But You're A Free man To Mine
Here I stand  All of me for you to see I will hide nothing  I have nothing to hide I am strong but have moments of weakness  I work hard but at times I stumble  I believe in others 
For the most part I am #nofilter, Only filter I have is the one on my choosing of words, Held back by a smile so white you’d think I get my teeth bleach.
I am Victoria Brooke Pickel
Kindergarten I liked to sit on the rubber tire
I'm the bigger girl sitting alone I'm the nerdy one without a home I'm the nasty attitude with no control I'm the hater without any love It's always I'm , I'm , I'm But that's never so
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.
Become bri
The diploma is handed back to the principal, I walk backwards into my seat. I celebrate my 17th birthday before I celebrate my 16th. Tock, tick. Tock, tick. My teacher hands me the grade before I've taken the test.
No filter needed No black and white Your the one who makes life completed You make everyday bright God made you this way for a reason He took time to make you Your beautiful no mater what season
  They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Hah. 
Some say I'm like a diary; difficut to read.  Try to understand me its not oh so easy. Some say I am confusing, It so amusing. I am hated by people Shhhh I know the secrects.
While my social media may be jaded
In the third grade we were told to memorize our times tables. Off of the top of my head I can tell you that 6* 4 is 24 and 11*3 is 33, But hell sometimes I still forget what 9*6 is.
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
My face is viewed but my personality is unknown People judge me as if they know me because they’ve came across a picture of myself on their phone
Who would know
Today, We are caught and swept away,
I'm easy
We chase after the intangible Leaving our presence as history Forgetting to remember that we are in the Now. And in the midst of each others desolation,
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 slowly peel the artificial hues from my body,
I met myself In the eyes of a woman 
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?
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside.   Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
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
Let's be straight here I don't come from a broken home I didn't grow up on 8 mile road And I don't hail from Brooklyn or Flatiron, or the Bronx   But I have a story too
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!
Who is she? That girl in my mirror? Staring back at me with those tired eyes And that big pimple on her cheek Things that the filters on instagram could fix in a heart beat
Look at your reflection. Tell me, what do you see? Surely it's not perfection But how could that be?
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”
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
It starts in 1999, when at five years old, still chubby-cheeked and new, I learned that make-up was for girls as night over night I watched my mother paint 
If the world were to end tomorrow I’d spend my last hours with the universal language.   If I lost my hearing tomorrow I’d spend today Listening to Forever and Always by Parachute,
I'm measured by how much I check a screen
A veil has been cast over my face,
Behind the filters I am an ordinary girl
I like it When you go to a movie with me And you come out sparking and fizzing About how the part with the helicopters was so awesome And why didn’t they DEVELOP the love interest And I feel
What's on Nate's IG The best Nate that Nate would be the Nate that should be  
What's on Nate's IG The best Nate that Nate would be the Nate that should be  
Follow me on Instagram @ Insert nickname, 3 hearts and a winky face   I post every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday And I just wanted to say, that I love all of my haters.  
  I saw him on the corner of the street, Holding a sign, With the same words the rest of them say. What is he really going to use the money for? Everyone knows.   I walked into the store, A child running up and down the aisles, His mother yelling....
The reflection oppressed upon me cannot comprehend what’s beneath my faltered skin and battered complexion or amount to my heart that beats passionately for music and the lines of my poetry.
Tear down the make up Tear down the perfection Tear down every embellishment See me without my disguise   I am not special I am not flawless I am not the smartest of my kind
It may be crazy to think, but perhaps the people we see everyday
I may not have the most beautiful face Have some fat around my waist Hips may be a little wide Thighs may be too thick May not have the most beautiful smile But I guess I have nice lips
Without the filters, I am me. With the filters, I am me. The substance in my mind, Beneath my skin, Running through my veins, Pumping into my heart, Is me.
Have you ever been stuck with nothing to say? And though there’s plenty to say, you just can’t say it? Who’s going to listen? I am screaming from the inside, hoping someone hears me,
Have you ever been stuck with nothing to say? And though there’s plenty to say, you just can’t say it? Who’s going to listen? I am screaming from the inside, hoping someone hears me,
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.
200 likes on an Instagram picture I'm more brilliant than a chandelier fixture Nothing you do or say could make me dimmer
When I take off my mask And end my various facades  I awaken myself enough to ask What went through the minds of the gods  When they cast me to Earth to accomplish a task Aganist the unfavorable odds 
  who am i? what defines me? is it the amount of likes i get? the exposure of my breasts? the filters i select? does the camera do a good job of capturing my IQ?
Kind, Sassy, Funny. Compares self to other girls. I am self conscious.
I wake up and face the mirror to see pillow creases, zits,
Without a filter... You’ll find a girl who can be insecure about herself and the way others view her; You’ll probably see her hanging out with her friends though; She’s often timid around unfamiliar faces,
  When I rewind the tapes that hold my memories...
I'm a disappointment A failed try who deserves every ounce of blame, always pushing my anger forward as I hold back my shame Why talk about dreams I'll never achieve,
The first time I wrote a poem I was in third grade
In the mirror, I stare at my opposite twin who stares back at me. She is beautiful, yet worn; she is mysterious, yet ordinary. And there is no way of talking to her
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 am a book that everyone seems to understand. 
I saved you a box of towelettes, in case it was hard for you to see the REAL ME.
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 am not the façade society demands I am not my reputation I am not the mutterings under their breath I am not a dumb blonde  
(in honor of Sophia Dembling)   Introversion is often treated as the space where extroversion is not
I hide where everyone can see But the harsh lights blind them And I would hope I do too. Glittering. Who is she? I hide at center stage Where the words that couldn’t Wouldn’t
This is it. The final score Never has it been this hard before Racquet in my quivering hand Do not go into no man’s land Everything has led to this
I want to be seen.
The lies the world tells of us, The lies we tell ourselves, The lies we paint on our faces, The lies that dictate who we become.   A world that watches every angle,
We walk around pretending we're fine. No one ever seems to want to find the time  To walk the fine line Between knowing someone through a hashtag or a username And showing them actual compassion. 
I travel the whole world
Dull and slightly blurry, due to a normal quality camera;
Look at me deep in my eyes, until you feel the depth of my soul. Til you see the transparency of my heart, and you discover the -me, untold. The part of me that I once had to hide. So ashamed of those secrets and sins,
What will it take for you to see The side of me I want to be? Must I walk and talk and dress Just like all the rest?   Can I show you who I am? Who I'm meant to be? Is this all a scam
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,
I am a girl with space tucked under the flaps of her skin. I grasp at the loose tendrils, in shades of forest and thunder, attempting to hold the drifting vapor close to my luminescent heart.  
"I think I'll call you star" he said  My star earrings jingled As  a slight smile appears at the thought of being a star A fiery balll of light  Shining bright  Watching over everyones dreams  
In the lonely hour I cry, I laugh, and I fake a smile. In the lonely hour I run from my fears like a fool making people laugh in which I'm the fool myself.
Click, click, and click The moment has been captured in time forever My face, my body All for the world to see What’s behind the exterior they do not know
Lost in a forest of expectations
Sharpen your jawline with a piece of sandpaper. Try not to break the skin; grime will settle into your blood and spread like poison, and you're here to fix you, not the opposite.
Big eyes,
I am the product of my Father’s hand, a creation of God, knit carefully into a man. I am the effect of love and nurture, a home that cares and builds and corrects. I am the aftermath of disaster, of learning
We’re all artists, painting ourselves the way we want to be seen. We have our distorted self-portraits on display to the world, but we rarely let authenticity slip through.
reaching into the depths of love stained pages and pulling out the most familiar character is my way of reinforcing my sense of self   
My cousin is 10 years old skin and bones and she thinks she’s fat. Isn’t there something wrong with that?   From the moment we enter this world we are force fed images of what “true beauty”
If you stepped inside my mind, Through my staring brown eyes, You would see the filter fall.   When I look inside my mind, I see the clutter, the disorder, and the beauty of all that I have become.  
Complexity in his complexion, Confidence from his perspective  Yet, make no mistake, he's far from perfection.   
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
Inside out, right side in, Don't let the outside win. Take off the mask; leave out the filter. Your flaws are unique, as if made by a quilter. Birthmarks, acne, and scars; all make us who we are.
I'm not Valencia  Nor I'm a Sierra I'm Alexa Goddess Of sleeping in With messy curly hair I don't wake up like Beyonce But I do have sass and flare
Behind the lights and cameras, Behind the edits and makeup,  I am unique. Hidden behind the photoshop Is a girl who just wants to be heard.  Who wants to be noticed,  To be cared for,
The river crossed the dirt stream Water filled the veins of the soul It took a deep breath A baby taking its first gasp.
Forget Sepia. Forget Valencia. Who I am is genuine and authentic. That’s what the world should notice; Alyx; diligent, striving, loving, artistic, bold, compassionate.
I was willing to cut off my tail for you.   I remember the days, when I swam alone
Coming to a mirror image, Dull is my thinking that age; From the site of my being, To my impure seems.  
I am not meant to be seen without my filter She is the secret I hide under my bed. I meet her from time to time
Cold and wet and hungry and this blanket isn't doing anying.
Nothing exactly special
You are asking me to strip and strip and strip and strip and strip away all the skins I have gathered to protect me from this question I'm fine sloughs away first, but
I’m a walking, talking paradox
#Instagram #LOL #Live without the makeup. without the drama.  without the hate.  I don't have an Instagram.  #nofilter #truebeauty #showwhoyoureallyare We love you for you. 
Large nose, large thighs, the filter of plastic surgery may be the only cover-up.
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.  
No filter I'm erratic Two cars Too fast careening down the mountainside .racing to see who will hit rock bottom first. You cannot dial down the saturation on destruction,
Chaos. Inside me is chaos. I cannot explain in words the way it feels to be so completely and totally consumed
Beauty has no filter I once thought that filters made things beautiful I would hide my imperfections And display myself as a perfect doll I would shut out my uniqueness, my personality To be like everyone else I thought fitting in was beautiful I
She shut the door in my face
  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,
-mommy, why do actors die in movies? -mommy, why can't we get a dog? -mommy, why don't we go to church? -mommy, where is daddy?   put a filter on it, kid- don't you ever think before you speak?
No filter needed, no filter wanted. My body, my face, and my beauty shine effortlessly without effort, to cover up what I should be shining out. Outside I don´t conform, I accept and  neglect
"When I Loved As Does the Sun"
  Looking in the mirror Finding ways to change My hair? My make-up?
There is not one word That could describe who I am. I will just list them. Funny and goofy.
What is my purpose in this world? To take up space, to be a filler in an empty place. The idea of existence has always been confusing, Am I here to succeed? Or will I end up losing?
ME, I am Play-doh ME, malleable, capable of being anything imaginable ME, smelling of youth, glee, and a Crayola crayon ME, tasting salty from hard work and overuse ME, feeling cool and refreshing
Ask 90% of the people that know me who I am, and they’ll tell you- She’s a writer, She’s a scholar, She’s a daughter, a sister, An animal lover,  
It’s hard to think positively
twenty four and desperateto surviveliving off leftoversfrom the generousold catholic mandown the streetand scraps foundon half eaten platesleft for me to [clean]in the dishroom, I make
When I was little, I was told by society that I could be anything and everything I wanted to be as long as I worked for it That I could be anything and can be a part of the American Dream But what exactly is the American Dream?
She's unique and delicate as a flower, Not so much like a Gerbera, but more like an Orchid. Her dark almond eyes penetrate your soul in just a glance,
I am optimistic and creative I wonder what is beyond the universe I hear voices I see opportunities I am optimistic and creative   I pretend to pretend I feel inventive
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 me, The only version there is to see. Filters included, false perception,
calm in a tempest     blown unbroken Centered Strong         Balanced unmoving   Unassuming plain     cold - blank canvas vivid - hot eddy of Passion   Currents flow over
Who am I when nobody can see? Behind closed doors and darkness, I am truly me. Guarantee.   I am the one with the big heart. You know…? The one that always ends torn apart.
I have no use for filters I could not care less about them If you need one to see yourself Then who are you without them?   Cary Grant did not need one He looked sharp in any tone
We only haveone life,this life,no other life.The past isbehind us.The futurelies ahead.So do what you want,and not what you hate.No one can tell you
In a dream of yesterday I see I am not he I was born to be. Diluted and changed, I'm now someone Who's merely a speck beneath the sun.   Altered by those who promised me good,
"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." 
I'm a fucking mess, did you know You didn't, I don't think, Let me show you the smile I hide behind So you can tell me how familiar it looks Because you've seen it every day that       I've known you
Who am I? I am a chick who likes superheroes and comic books.
  We live in a world full of people,
                                                                               #NoFilter I'd like to think of myself as an artist whose canvas is
You can tell I'm not faking when I've begun to climb a nearby tree When it's not covered in ants I'm myself when I'm working, helping others or just being plain selfish When I'm drinking my morning tea
They say that I'm an old soul that I'm wise beyond my years.
RAW Who knew you could lie to yourself by posting a picture? Who knew you could be denying yourself, Just to appeal to Misters Misters that don’t make a difference. Trying to find someone who’ll
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  
My family used to have a fish tankfilled with cute little fishiesthat were more of a hindrance than a convenience:clean the tank clean the tank clean the tankmy parents chanted, a laborious prayer
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
Webster’s’ Illustrated Dictionary. Published 1954. 470,000 words. Page 98. In between the word caitiff, a coward, and cajole, to persuade with flattery,
Hello beautiful child, flower child. Whenever you look at the world you make it smile. The way you walk, the way you talk, it honestly just inspires. You would never know you're some peoples desires.
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.  
My inner me was once my enemy to fight back I created a new identity
A million selfies, now a million and oneI've sent to the eyes of the man who held the gun.The gun of the happiness I asked him ownOn account of the interest and affection he'd shown.
We often fear that of which we do not know or what we do not understand. We hate what we see and what we cannot. We become angry and fixated on the flaws of the universe and ourself.
A few hundred likes really mean nothing A perfect face and a beautiful smile, Hidden behind a wall of insecurity, Under the waves of social validation. The shreiking self doubt drowns out true beauty;
Shall I compare me to a wretched night? The tinder of my mind’s bone dead and dry, And the lightning’s wrath doth set the for’st alight. Tis’ a wonder that one would not die!
I rub my eyes, Eyeliner, Mascara, Streaks my face.   Makeup remover, Wipe, By wipe, It disappears.   I continue, Foundation, Concealer,
Doe-eyed lids scrape away the beads of my dreams, opening me up to the kind of morning that mumbles.   The me I know is the dawn of myself, what is left when I unfasten from my
 A gainless challenge it is to connect intellect proud with lashes long, eyes veined, and sanguine colors wetly flooding merriment into chapped lips and brown cheeks cratered;
I've always been called beautiful Not expected to be smart But to be conceited I value my appearance
Loving, caring, an open book Trustng of others without a second look It's crazy how I can see the best in others But it took me so long to see the best in me Who I was used to depend on how others felt
Heart pounding; stomach churning; homework I’ve had a week to do open in another tab I text my friends and watch YouTube videos and listen to myself Tell myself I’ll do what has to get done soon I mean—
History repeats itself it's why we're here again. Black versus white but this time it's times ten. We need to be aware  that this gon' get us nowhere. No! It's not him, her, or them; 
I am not fake. I will not hide behind a filter.   My words are real, sometimes cunning, never fake.   Everyone is beautiful in their own way.   Why hide that beauty?
People talk about me and it used to bother me they said I was annoying they said I was loud and weird
I’m Sorry By Haley Matlock   I’m sorry.             I’m sorry I wasn’t there.             I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.             I’m sorry I let you down. I’m sorry.
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 dull
​Three years ago I wrote a poemShaming people for using "love" so freelyI now realize my error and malady
Under her Maybelline brand eyeliner
An escape from reality A world that I can explore at any time or place
I'm the wall in your backyard, paint falling off and all. I am a jammed stapler. I'm clumsy and lose balance like a seesaw.  I am a wet phone in a bowl of rice.  
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
Oh Hello. Hi. Uhm.. How do you do? I'd like to introduce myself to you. What you see is average.
Personality quizzes usually comes with two answers.
It’s the same exact spot Where it happened. Walking past it everyday I cannot help but imagine Another way it could have gone. The crashing is silenced.   I arrive at my house and it is silent.
The cracks in your trunk chunk together a sort of pattern,
The first thing a young woman learns,Is to criticize.We are taught to see only our imperfections.We are taught to look into the mirror and self destruct.We focus on our faults.Of course we taunt others..
People say that my laugh is the thing that they love mo
  Just another black boy
Underneath the filters lies a beauty, not for the quality of appearance, but the circumstantial strength that shines brighter than even the most flawless.  
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  
She walks down the street With a skip in her feet Smiling at the people that passed her by; they turned the corner She released a deep sigh She waited until they were gone And then the tears fell
What I say
 “Look at her belly,” hisses a girl to her friend, staring me up and down. They gawk, unable to process this.
To the World Im just another Black Male,  Everyone assumes I am going to fail,  Troubled, violent, ghetto, stupid,   In reality I'm undisputed,  just another stereotype is how they see me,
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.
When I step away from the filters theres an image so bright
Pictures are the enemy of the timid
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
Sometimes it feels like it’s not enough to be just me
Who am I?
  I am a recovering pessimist, Se​asoned with jadedness, Topped off with some obnoxious realism.   My first language is sarcasm I am well versed in profanity I am a maker of things
Vintage, Vignette, All of these aesthetic filters. But nothing is nearly as attractive As the original.   For it's a tough job to do, To mask the truth.
These days We seem to rely on instagram and apps They "fix" our features
Take away the B.B. cream Wooden eye brush and chemical buttered lipstick And manufactured eyelashes, You have the foundation of a natural beauty.
I will always be a child I tend to run into people from walking too long in my daydreams I chase the bird that doesn’t want to be caught I love the boy who always seems too far away, or too busy to talk
You ask who I am, No filter? Just a girl , interrupted, Off kilter.   I am sweatpants and no makeup, Eating ice cream after breakups, I am a world traveler in my mind,
Who am I? Do YOU know?
Looking in the mirror I see many things those that vary from style to emotion and such in between Front view camera #Flip
Everybody sees me--                                     At least, they think they do... Everybody loves me--                                     but not they way I'd like them to...
Looking in the mirror I see many things those that vary from style to emotion and such in between Front view camera #Flip
they say the eyes are the window to the soul,   maybe that explains why hers are so cold.   she stumbles through he world each and every day   hoping to soon find her way.
Knowledge grows,But so does temptation.Sometimes, that’s what ruinsOur younger generations.  
Who I am with no filter, just a girl full of dog hair, no makeup, ever.
They say no filter 
What may feel empty to the world, Cause I got no color to define,
The world before Instagram, who were we then? What was a filter? Did we photoshop to be thin?   When using a filter, what is it your hiding? Are you embarrased by blemishes
I could see the hatred seething from the eyes of my reflection, Drowned in a world with its definition of perfection. I could hear voices from the radio and TV, Explaining how society would perceive me.
Smears, smudges hide my face In the dusty reflections of the mirror  With shaking hands I can place  The nose, the hair, the eyes But in a glimpse they're chased  From my tentative tries
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
Ladies tell'em that I look so good tonight,
Who am I, without a filter?
I see you
The beauty of the sky, a lake of blue to own a piece of this glory beyond. God's creation gathered round He knows who, on the eve of the beginning he dawned. A forest of majestic green wonder
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.
There comes a noise I hear. I wonder if it's here. It screeches and yowls and it only comes at night. Night is cruel unlike a brave knight. Someimes I feel like the noise is an eye.
you opened a path so that
Get ready for the picture Take the picture Filter the picture Edit the picture
Behind closed doors... That can mean so many things Who are you? When no one is looking When no expectations are placed on you? Authenticity is such a hard thing To find in a world like ours
Imperfect. What two words do you see? "I'm" and "Perfect." What does that mean? I am Perfect. What do I know? I AM Perfect. Do you know what I'm not? A model. An actress.
No one has seen the real side of me. Remove my "rise, valencia, sierra, or inkwell" filter and you shall see
A crystal clear glass of water, pure and refined
A passion, a reason for life, Its what i strive for, What I'm scared I'll never find.   I've tried it all; Art - wasn't expressive enough, Sports - needed to be more tough,
flawless skin perfect hair trendy clothes confident additude perfect smile take away the filters and what do you see acne covered skin damaged hair dirty clothes broken smile
Click, snap, image captured Edit, draw, redirected Delete, delete Photo recaptured Upload now, photo posted This is me #nomakeup Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears This is I #nofilter
I suffocat
I was never supposed to be anything. If you had charted the stars at my birth, You’d have an absence because I was                   Born in the after- Noon. You wouldn’t see anything in the
Hair the color of a wooden chair. Eyes the color of blueberry pies. Mind a little less than refined. Words like a misspelled clade of birds. Me polluted and free
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
I am from color From different medias I am from different shades and tints Thick, thin, smooth and shiny textures Of different hues Lots of shapes and sizes Of what others could use
My personality is quiet,
Woman Glowing, lively Anxious, robust, purposed Determined and always smiling
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.  
I have always had Big Blue Eyes. There are other parts of me that aren’t so grand, but my eyes are wonderful. Within them, I can see Not just blue, But green and gray
Who do you talk to when there is no one to talk to? I guess you talk to yourself, but then you're crazy... right?
My name is Richie, but I’m not rich. Learning is where I get my niche. Some say that I am very smart, But, that’s because I work hard.   A doctor someday I want to be,
All you see is a mask But can you really say  That what you see is who I really am? You see what I want to show There's a lot you don't know  about the girl you have class with everyday
Perfect? No. Extraordinary?
Acne , Dark spots , Hair real hectic I'm still beuatiful without the filter i accept it I may be a little rough around the edges seeking havoc causing damage menace to society
#NoFilter Poem     MONSTER                Who am I? Without a filter Is something That most don’t like Asshole, insane, crazy Names that I’ve been called
His hair is messy and curly Some would say that it is girly But to that he'd reply With a glint in his eye That really they're just being surly   Eyes that see only through spectacles
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.
Track Sprinters Like(gasp) Rockets, Making The Only Left Turn. It(gasp) Is Only A Hundred(gasp) Meters Now, You(gasp) Can
Ask for my true self, You will receive an unsure, “I am nice and shy”
You can only frame me in a moment,A picutre that leads lies to the future.The time for false perfection came and went,A smiling skull without stable sutures.
The makeup. The smiles. The friends. I'll let you see. The parties. The crowd. Through the lens that's what you see.
Authentic, Loving, True, Or Bold, I watch life go by as I turn old, I love the world around me, I love the people near, to my heart... Hate, Screaming, Confused,
No filter, no filter, Can't you see me Sepia, 4 by 6 I need to read me.    "No cameras, please" Can't you see me, I have leaned back 40 degrees Gesturing towards the background, see? 
how do you desceice to someone something they have never felt? the tortures existens that god hath delt me each day i promise myself that i will make it threw the day one step at a time.
Eyeliner, mascara, eyebrows, blush Hair just the right amount of messy and cute Tilt head but don't break necks Smile big but not too big, click, click  
In my own skin I am me Its hard to accept, hard to see Day in and day out I'm told differently That everyone should accept the beauty I must be My skin holds a story That can not be explained
I come from a street where cars allmove at 60 miles an hour, wherelights flash throughthe window at 3 am,unseen behind the laptop screen,the consuming thingsthat keep me worrying.
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
Everyone has a filter, Something that covers up the real problem, Something to hide behind. It's a constant battle, But sometimes when your adrenaline is pumping, That filter falters.
What they say is (I’m too              s
"Raise your hand if you agree with this statement." I never did raise my hand because no one else did. My teacher always got mad and went on a tangent, I really wish I could of made that bid.  
You can stare into a glossy surface, water stained but, you can see what you strive to see  a reflective pool rippled with a flash  the corners of my lips lift  with yours. An eerie imitation 
  This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but Delicate bones and pearly whites My essence captured through awkward captions and My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
I feel like a kid whose lost in his mind an adult body
A sigh of relief and contentment is released as I leave
Do you see what I see? Without filters Without makeup My hair is natural and ever changing with the seasons Eyes as brown as coffee Reflecting my mother’s Down to earth and genuine
If I win a scholarship
Quiet as a fly Loud as a roaring tiger I am me Bailey
I am a nice ass,
Who am I I ask as I gaze into the clear blue sky What makes me unique My personality, I think I am a little bit of everything All rolled into someone who cannot sing I feel the music in my body though
I think we are all flawless because Flaws are intangible thoughts Who defines these edges on a person?
On the inside hallucinations are created, a sense of clarity while the others stay sedated. Graphite hits paper, scribbles take form, even the beauty he’s known has to grow horns.
With small eyes I blink
There's this lassie she's so classy. Face like a clown society thinks she's worthy of a crown, but take it off without the make-up she is lost. Now a lady she's so pretty. May be a nerd
Spots cover my face, tiny little sun spots, full of summertime memories.
There ain't no holding me back Understand this is who I am So when you plan to attack Just know that I don't give a damn I can't stand deception; Altering the realness'.
Before I could walk I learned to talk But I didn’t learn to speak my own words I learned to care what others heard And what they thought I was   I learned to rhyme and tell time and sit and behave
Song of Innocence   They give me smiles, so I smile They give me love, so I love They tell me I’m beautiful, and so I am beautiful
These are the lyrics to my video. - Just a young kid, turned to a man - Looking at the world, I’m just dreaming in my head - All the people, races, different physiques
the serpent says I should
I once made a choiceWhen a choice made meConsider the soulWhich I would solely beI could've gone rightTo just fitting inLeft all that was leftOf me, quitting again
who am i? i am
Every word that he spoke dripped from his tongue like a melting popsicle as I was left to try and mop up the puddle. He was a 1000-piece puzzle, a puzzle I convinced myself I could single-handedly solve.
I don't typically let people view the true me.
  Here I stand again
Whether it’s walking down the hall or strutting on stage
Naturally Jade 
In my life I have experienced change with time. Life, death, moving, changing. It's all apart of it. I look into the mirror and look at how I, myself, have changed.
Most of the time, we cover up what we don't like about ourselves whether it be our life, the way we look, or hey...maybe even our smells. I am a victim of it too, I put on makeup almost every day
When you look at the world What do you see? Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia? Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Authentic [adjective] described as being real 
Lost, Wandering in darkness secluded, disconnected there's always one point in your life where nothing makes sense. You are not here Mentally or physically. Like a dream but not vivid
No filter...You mean off-kilter?
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.
Its not something I practice,
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.
People see me through a filter
It has been broken, Shattered,
My entire life, I was told I need
My head is up and my heart is beating
I am exposed.  Here I am in my most pure form,  No filter. No edits. 
I was always taught to be the leader of the group To be the one that everyone looks too From day one that was my job until I die To be the apple of everyone’s eye But underneath I am so much more
       I've been told what to do   I've been told what to do to be a better person Or was it to be a better applicant I've been told what to do to be more respectful Or was it to be more obedient
Teens today are dependent on a lot of different things Cellphones, make up, video games. Selfies, illegal activites. But, without all these advances, what exactly are we? Without our phones, we feel powerless
A guitar, like I play, makes music with its strings. They vibrate the air around them and seemingly sing as they start to ring. Plug in a pedal, and distort the heavenly sound,
I, I am different without the filters, I sound different and look different when using filters. When I don't use filters, I sound and look nerdier than usual, I hate filters,
I don't need all those flashing lights to make me look nice. I have a natural beauty that comes from the sun light. A filter does no justice, to a person who is born gorgeous. Any camera aimed at me is a Kodak momement.
Say this Do that Look like her
#Behindthefilter I look in the mirror and what do I see? A girl with an identity, oh wait that’s me
You want to know who I am without a filter? I am the original masterpiece without a filter I am the way God made me without a filter I am who I am supposed to be without a filter
A wall, rising tall made of thick stones Guarded by hundreds of soldier Inside stands a king broad, strong, confident  he is impenetreble  Take down that wall Take away the soldiers
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 only see myself once, maybe twice, a day. How can that be? You think, With a world of mirrors, cameras, and reflections, Everyone is everywhere. You're right, but I mean my real self.
Steadily walking down the streets of the boring city, Strangers take glances at the face that she does not always remember. Her pessimistic mind suffers through anxiety because of its wondering thoughts.
  A filter is an unattractive face covered with a mask Spraying perfume at the trash Covering a bad hair with a hat  
This is who I am A line of just five A sister of three A daughter of one A friend of many This is who I am A student for life A love for music A life for writing
They wonder why they cry
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
In the aftermath of a blaze, only the ashes are left-- Remnants of a thick haze scattered and bereft
My vanity has become an army Pictures purporting to show unparalleled perfection
In an attempt to introspect I write this verse with my heart Very somber, filled with regrets But with clarity beyond any extrinsic breath
Loud mouth, Too many words being spoken
The eyes of my mother were a color that  enveloped me in her warmth. The brown rings surrounded me on days when I needed them the most, And drowned out any inhibitions
I am a child of the sun, kissed to a golden caress of honey skin, shining bright on the outside from the light within I am the bird that flies without limitation through the endless sky, filled with the light blue hue of my aspirations
Here let me tell you about life out of disguise, About who we are, free of misconception and lies. Some people, they have got it all so, so wrong, Having countless filters on pictures and saying "selfie game strong".
I've got a problem with demonizing black women's features. Black women of all shades are queens.
A Selfie Cannot Reflect 
Being human means we all have something to hide.  
I can make silly faces, And I can make you smile. My face is filtered, yes, and that hides the criticisms. Now, come on, 'You're beautiful' Oh really? 
Is your God benevolent?YesYour church donatesMuch money toImpoverished nationsBecause God says it's rightNoHundreds of children, younger than fourDie in impoverished nations
kicking up whitegold dust as the soon-gone-storm passes,                 forcing scaled lizards from their rocks and waking thumb-sized owls within the spines, I found myself undeniably arid.  
Im like a toddler in the driver's seat I thought the freeway looked promising it didnt seem difficult from what I seen too much time alone in the other seat knowledge is nothing without experience
I am a wanderer I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
I’ve shoved myself relentlessly in to the Valencia, Ludwig, Sierra, and Hefe. I’ve broken my body to fit the mold.
I put on my make up and pick out my clothes, To mirror the stars of TV shows. I do all of this for that one photo, I won’t go without it and let myself show.   My hair isn’t perfect, not styled just-so,
Life without filters is beautiful,
I am lost and anxiousI wonder what everyone thinks of meI hear the chatterI see the smilesI want to help them to know meI am kind and anxiousI pretend to be okay with myself
Flawed your a beautiful creature With thorns of purple petals that tend to flow to mellows of sweet shallow melodies and you tend to have the sweetest n
Hide the imperfections of your skin Don't let them see the flaws But are they flaws if they cannot be changed? The uniqueness of you, they are the cause   Too many freckles, too small of a girl
I am more than the self-focused, filtered picture on social media sites that supposably represent me. I am more than the makeup I buy, or the things I do to so heinously change my appearance for others to approve of me.
Personas vacillate 'tween what is good,
Can there really be someone better than me? No, there can't because  I'm the only one, you see Ain't very many people with my personality Not my name, not my talents or my family
A lot of people know me as @haleythebirdie singing "All That Jazz" Or lockedinabirdcage Analyzing why paper beats rock And for those followers, I am on stage on the web when I talk Or 15byerha
I'm going to bring up Gender equality Being a "feminist" And what that means. Let's talk about stereotypes And why they exist Why we continue to accept The explanations they give As if:
You know it's hard to feel flawless when you've been where I've been, and seen what I've seen, and done what I've done.
Unattractive, more like a beast Bright and blinding light
you began to undress me and as each button of my blouse becomes undone a sliver of some imperfection slips past my possessions that once possessed me settle in a pool around my ankles
My bravery is the blueprint from the pain left behind My veins like electricity running through this bare boned house Keeping the generator pumping, sending air out of my mouth Windows with no curtains, eyes makeup free
Instagram is a trend most of us do Hash tag filter Hash tag life Hash tag me A filter out picture is what people see I’m more than a filtered out picture though In all honesty I know the real me
We all knowthere's always room for improvement.But filters and makeup?Those are more like cover ups!
She wants to feel pretty and break the mold but society tells her to do what's told She wants to be happy everyday but everyone says there's a price to pay She wants to go back to her younger days
One tear Is all I will let fall Because if I let more come Running down my cheeks It will be like a river That floods Until it reaches my heart The place where you are
Get lost.  Just because we live in a world that is 2/3 extrovert does not mean I wish to join your ranks. I'm done with feeling less than because I would rather sit quietly and listen
From the coils on my head To the Birth mark on my right arm From the pigment of my skin To the beauty of my charm I am the expressed genes of my DNA Genetically selected me I must say  
I don't recognize my own reflection anymore. That sad, broken girl in the mirror can't be me, can it? How did this happen?  How do I fix this? That's it. No more selfies.  No more selfies will I post,
Position one
I come from the land of the free the land of me In a nation with unlimited freedom, covered only by social demeans, Laws set by people with no power to make laws dictate how we run our lives,
The trees are tall and powerful. Green moss is growing bright. Mountain views will take your breath away, You can see them dark or light. Dont be suprised if you find me here,
Every picture I take, I take with a sense of accomplishment. It's not the beauty of the picture or the perfection of it,  Its the understanding that I see behind a picture of myself.
You know, I used to want to be a princess, or a ballerina. I had a little tutu and I loved pink and I went to class every Tuesday and Thursday.
I wish when I smiled, I meant it, I want my laugh to sound carefree like it did before, I need to be the center of the picture; so that I know I wont be the one on the outside. I miss the way I used to be, 
Behind the makeup, hair, and jewlrey,                                                                                                 stands a girl with a little fury.                                                                               
Oh, she is bent on this fading belief
I was born flawless Why you may ask Because I'm me And God made I'm a woman I'm a sister I'm a daughter I' m a best friend My imperfections make me flawless
They say I have too much hope. They say I'm a dreamer. But when I look out my window, on a starry night, I can only see each snowflake fall one by one.   On a starlit night
I’m always complimented on my perfectly golden skin. My bronze hue holds the Flawless’ secret in an imperfect world
                                                                       “Crown Me”……. by Colbin Hubbard Who am I? Oh not to you, Your opinion doesn’t define me.
Forgotten words stray from your tongue,  slipping away like the air in your lungs. Temptations you had, you no longer desire, left with only an ember sparked from a fire.
Strange thing, authenticity. It sort of squirms, morphs, blacks out When you stare, But sure enough when you forget it It's there.   Ah, I'm a warrior-princess! (I hope.)
I am beauty. I may not look like it I may feel like it
#Don'tFilterMe Because I'm #Beautiful With all my imperfections Large pores Uneven skintone And acne scars No I'm not 5'10, size 2 Because I'm #Funsize Petite but hey
From the day you followed me On this screen that glows in one's imagination so delightfully,
Brown boy, brown boy come around Come hear the tale of the new kid in town. He ain't no peach this fine young thing I heard he aint even got a wedding ring What so cool about this new fellow
You know that picture of a girl Out in the cold
The twinkle in her eye, is like the stars, on a clear night. The blush of her cheek, is like pedals, of a soft young rose. The vibrance of her lips, is like cherries,
The Difference in my Style 
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
  Water rushes in, Cracks form Glass breaks at the drop of a pin Will you ever be warm? It is falling apart.   Everything crumbling like a cookie in a two-year olds hand.
  Water rushes in, Cracks form Glass breaks at the drop of a pin Will you ever be warm? It is falling apart.   Everything crumbling like a cookie in a two-year olds hand.
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:
The stars have alignedGot you on my mindMy heart's cold and oh so lonelySo I swallow some sinFor the pain that I'm inA cigarette, a blade, a dietWhen we promised we'd stop
God's Perfect Imperfection I'm different. My body emanates with its own scent
It wasn't fair to me, To deal with all of your  Bottled-up, pent-up shit When you couldn't deal with it yourself   It wasn't fair to me, To always scare me by saying You'd be dead by morning 
With out a filter My eyes are a pair of c list stuntmen Imperfect but BoldMy nose is large But has potential that is quite undersold My lips are doors that are blocked by the ruins of broken pride
FREE: from conformity a blanket statement on a t.v., a color slab does not define me, My Spirit soars on natural wings...   "Lift not the painted veil", they say.
Skin covered, neck to ankles Boys will be boys, they say But why can't I be myself? I wear crop tops I wear skirts. Does that make me a slut? No Does that make me, me? Yes
The Champion Lightweight of the Worldthe broken boy on the bathroom floorfed up with his family’s fussindowns a dose of robitussinand crawls his way to lock the door.
Sometimes when I'm eating I pretend I'm a dinosaur
I watched as the hand went limp. I heard the sirens cry out. I felt the rain water drip. As it spluttered about.  
the flower the vine. tubers and seeds, veins and leaves;
Let’s take a swim In the Ocean of Me And from surface to bottom We’ll see My normal and strange My average and special My sides from all angles.   Look from above toward
I am the one who named all the flowers
She brews her ownbecause she likes to seeSepia seeping upShe cannot sleep so sheNeeds coffee to keep her eyes –brown ringed around soft green– awake 
Three months. That's how long I wore makeup in eighth grade- How long I tried to fit ubiquitous standards. Solutions for fear of inadequacy:
I will not hold a lie against my face, a pixellated mask, heavy on my conscience. The sound of youth constructing barriers of separation is thunderous and inescapable. Their tiny, rough hands
I feel most alive on the US-15 with my mother, my father, and my puppy.
In my filitered pictures... I am perfect I am errorless 
I am ME, And only I can see Through the filters, Into the center Of my self. I am ME. The best I can be, Without care Of how my hair May look in a picture,
I am a huge contradiction. Yet all of my things Work together to Create the huge, beautiful mess That is authentically me.   I am Sarcastic and kind Intelligent and impulsive
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
Beauty cannot be measured, Nor can it possibly be the only thing that matters, But perception is reality, And what the human mind believes instantly morphs into truth, I am a slave to its tyranny,
It was the first game of the season,
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.
When I was a child I was my true self
building perfection inside my headan architectural masterpiecethat cannot ever be achievedwe don't have the technologyto unmake my make-believe tearing it down brings relief.
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
The tablet hovers before my face And captures it with an audible click a still reflection of me will join a sea of photography and my lungs are about to be flushed with eyes that are thirsty for their
Perfect. Happy. Put-together. I get that a lot Alone. Messy. Confused. I feel that a lot.
I am utterly raw, entirely my own element In this world constantly trying to change me Composed of my thoughts and my ideas I consist of the instrumentals I lend an ear to During the countless hours I spend writing
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing. I'll feel as if I am discrediting... I compare myself to other girls, I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
Pick this up Pick that up Shut your mouth Women should be seen Not heard. Make me tea Make me breakfast Make me tea Make me lunch Make me tea Make me dinner
so this is what you get when you wash me down scrub me with scalding water until my skin is raw lather and rinse and repeat wash the layers of armor away we watch as they swirl down the drain
There are only one of me filters might change the surface  but filters dont change me I am a young man creating my own mark with a passion for new experiences  a history of mistakes, with more to come
Mirrior, mirrior on the wall who's the fakest of them all? With the title of fairest claimed My true identity has long been chained My voice no longer has meaning It counts for nothing 
Take away the smile. Take away the make up. Take away the thoughtful quote that you thinked up. Take away the likes. And the ego feeding compliments.
Sometimes I wish for a mental shield of armor to outfit my mind's body:
Me, Myself, and Myself This is everyone I trust I've been fooled and taken over My personal safety is a must   Me, Myself, and Myself These 3 are my bestfriends Im sure they won't ever  hurt me
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
Who am I? I am your average teen. My parents are divorced. My friend has committed suicide. I’m not the riches or coolest person in the world. I don’t have tons and tons of friends.
Isn’t it weird how your unconscious consciously decides Based upon what you unconsciously desire So what you want isn’t what you admire
As her fingers dance across the piano keys I can hear her life story Her loneliness from a lost love It switches to anger then abruptly changes To a jubilant tune
I have flaws. I'm not as beautiful as I want to be. You can see the unsightly pimple on my chin.
Behind the beige powder, behind the jet black liner, Behind the brave brown eyes, behind the fake smile, There is a girl.   Aside from the straight auburn hair, aside from the sculpted brows,
A girl with her insanely curly hair. She is sitting right over there.
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 When emotions say,
Procrastinator Extremely awkward Rebellious only in her thoughts Flawed Expert of all things unimportant in life Completely insane Truly unique and one of a kind
Oh I hate that It looks lovely Too much fat It’s so free
Sweatpants or blue jeans?
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?
They come in at night when all is still they scrape away and run and steal my happiness and pleasure They see it as their treasure. Down, down, down they go into the hole where time stops and no body knows
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different girl living in a Utopian world. The girl is different from me, way different from what I've seen.
You cannot see me. I am a faceless person behind a computer screen. All you know about me is what I am about to tell you. Without all the physical stuff, this is me. The authentic and me that I strive to be.
The darkness of her hair The lightness to her eyes The sweetness to her voice The kindess to her soul She never lets you down She always is there She will keep you safe
You tell me I'm stupid, I'll show you my grades. You tell me I'm too smart,
Before each deployment, we moved about quietly, so as not to upset you You desperately sending friend requests on Facebook, from a laptop, alone in the darkness of your room
I am closing walls and open doors, A memory painted on the windows of your soul In any color you like, as long as it is a shade of black.   I am discontinuous, a broken mirror
Slowly scrolling through, those pictures don't even look like you. Tainted and changed, edited again... That isn't you in that photo, all of your changes are for show. Media allows for creativity 
Money, makeup, or mental ability, these are the criteria for how we are viewed by society.
Look at me.I mean it, look at me.Not at my face, look in my eyes.Look where my real beauty lies.I know you’ve been missing it for some time.Because on the outside,
I travel by train and I look out My window, my legs are too close to the grey-man beside me Headphones in, power chords, progressions I am progressing, and my knees Need a shave; they catch on the silk of his suit.
“Oh thank god for the Lo-fi filter, I haven’t been tanning in weeks!” “Well at least you’re skinny! What am I like, supposed to do?” …So we hide behind a filter to mask the blemishes and imperfections.  
Why hide beauty, when it is all you can see? Shall you treat yourself to delights and one's rights
I do not have an hour-glass figure,
Strip me from my makeup and remove me from my vanity, 
We live in a world of freedom yet hate, Where all face the gate of the fear for imperfection. To choose and stay behind this gate, And let words and actions choose your fate,
My girl -  Translucent in the sun. Blue webs And purple strings that run. A wave of midnight crowns my head.   My girl -  Dark clouds around the eyes. Bony
I dance everyday.
Who am I? Am I perfect No Am I confident No Am I a lier No But I am smart I am unique And maybe a little shy at times I do not fake my personality I show my true colors
 Wanting to belong. Wanting to fit in.
My name is A'Jayla All of Joy and Anger, I'm Young Filled with Longing and Amazement -
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
Without that FLASH in my face Without the MAKE-UP stuck on my skin That is when you SEE the Authentic ME
Every day, millions of us take a deep breath before stepping out that front door. We take a deep breath before walking up to our friends, talkign to new people, putting on that smile.
Hearts and thumbs up seem to feed our souls  We feel the need to recieve validation by the touch of others through a screen
Close your
  The Infinite Ink He has no lead , no limits, he only knows write.
I've been cursed to spend my life fighting. Darkness and war follows me everywhere I go. Fire and venom are in my veins.
I have heard the expression, "There is a method to my madness,"  but it does not apply to me.  I claim that my insanity was my birth right;  in my past lives I earned to plead it for this one
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,
Once upon a time there was a princess who was locked in a tower longing to be rescued Except I’m too fucked up to be a princess And when princesses cry it looks pretty and delicate and When I do my eyes swell 
Lost I am,  Deep within the wounds, Wounds of situations I wish would end soon, Lost I am, Confused and hopeless, Struggling to find myself in world of "nope-ness" Lost I am, 
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and age who aspire to a level of perfection that doesn't exist and how the failed attempt to do so leads to
I am a victim of conformity.
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.  
I'm in a constant state of madness with my disarrayed hair I stopped tampering with and my bubbly, bright voice that can't seem to stay quiet.   I enjoy the simple things-
My image is captured
Who am I? The kid with the fancy clothes, Or the boy with an overload of emotions?   Who am I, I ask once more, Perhaps I am the kid that has too many opinions,
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
As a woman I can act like a lady I can dress like a lady I can expand my vocabulary so that  I sound like a lady I can walk with the right amount of sway Like a lady With just enough tease
    When I remove that mask of insecurities You see a face of all my histories My lips part like the red sea
And every second now is as hard as two seconds then.  Knowing theres 86,400 seconds in a day, youve fought 172,800.
Maybe I plaster a smile on my face to please The same pretty smile you see dancing across my Instagram feed You can question what's lurking in my psyche But I am not fake  
Who am I behind the dye? When you take away the acne If you can look past the watery eyes I am the girl that tries until the end. The one that stays up late every night Trying to maintain a high GPA.
I used to be covered in filters They draped my body like exotic cloths I smiled when other people smiled Laughed at other peoples' jokes Lived other peoples' lives But I never lived my own
I , am original . Without the filters I think I am a pretty handsome person . Natural is what i am without technology . My own is what I am without technology .
Indecision, at its best, is a game of poker
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  
Don't know who I am But I've been finding my way since six grade Small in stature , but stand like a statue. My eyes are innocent My power is fear But I strong ...
  I am haunted. 
In the mirror I always see a face, A face who I think is full of disgrace. I’d hide the flaws and impurity,
Masks are what we hide behind everyday We feel as if it is the only way To fit the standards of society Afraid of individuality
Lipstick and lip gloss. Eyeshadow, eye liner, and mascara. BB cream, foundation, powder, and blush. Did you ever think that you look beautiful without all that makeup?
A boy lost in fantasy, That is I. What is reality,but an inverted thought to a melancholy view. The universe is calling, for adventure and mayhem-so no more stalling. But that is not all,
It's like I've landed on another atmosphere, Giving out my own female energy with my beauty.  My natural brownskin, glowing,
I am a figure Someome people looks up to for an uplift i am some one you can count on when you have a down day and felling disfigured i am sheeka short for danskia archanetta bogle  I am goofy and crazy
bury the filters six feet deep strip the black & white & sepia just skin & bones & bird’s nest hair shielding sleepy eyes from the camera
Crack the code of my spine And read between the lines From pages of the diary that’s written in my eyes   Invisible ink in my skin Marks the flesh that seals me in It ties and binds, ties and binds
There in my photo Behind the makeup, In my eyes, You may see Concealed ME   You may say, "You'e A model on set! A beautiful woman, Awating the camera's flash!"  
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?
When people are unreasonable and selfish I want to forgive. I want to be the best me that I can be. I wish to give the world the best version of me, and hope that it is enough. I want to... Give my best anyway.
I am flawless because I am strong I'll never quit when things go wrong with much experience with good and bad I  still won't quit when I am sad no matter what puts me down I shine like diamonds on a crown
@ Mr_Camaraderie 405 Followers 232 Following Name: Cartier Aikens Bio: Black Lives Matter    
I am T I am 16 years old I am an African-American female I just want to be myself I'm tired of hiding who I am I'm tired of hiding who I am in every aspect of who I am
Picture this, a camera that only highlights true beauty My camera snaps a photo of all my natural flaws That is true beauy that reflects No filter needed The all High Mighty didn't need a filter
Is That Really Me? By Rachel Z   Is that really me?
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
I want others to view me  as a love cloud. A floating entity. Something I think the world needs.   I almost don't want to be seen. I wanna be particles the air someone breathes.
I am ready for departure Long roads and steps to fill I see a light growing dimmer Red lights asleep the cause of a sleeping pill I am ready for depature
What do you expect? All of me is what you get I never learned how to cover it up So what's with all this fuss I've fought too hard for this authenticity For your idea of simplicity I am me
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.
Man meets woman with a sword in hand Like shooting stars caused by fate they clashed Falling into territory they didn't know where to land Original plans were shaken and not trashed  
Remarkable ​Sensational
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
Jesus walks with in me day by day When I show them the real me they say it's not okay They say it's weird and awkward to show who you really are
For a long time, I hid in silence.
I sit in class ready to learn but with a heart that’s been burned. Not because of a boy but because of what I have done to myself. The real me laughs but doesn’t smile
Behind the filter are tired eyes,  Eyes bags so big, without the filter you can't help but notice it's sag.
Broken down like shattered glass Carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders Wishing the world would leave me aone. Life is complicated that I know It's hard to understand the truth because
  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
Slumber Crema Ludwig Rise Cover up Hide Behind   Perpetua Amaro Aden Lo-Fi Change the look But not inside   Tilt your head
A clear, deep voice rings across the room, It reaches me efficiently and fast. 
5 years old just me and my mom As years go by I ask about the man that never been in sight. As years go by I wonder why the man don't want to be in my life.
Big things can come in small packagaes I'm above average I stand five feet Not easy to defeat A worthy opponent, watch and see Increasing my seratonin, I bask in the Vegas rays
It’s dusk on the hill as the heady sky rotates slowly above, silently aglow with vivid pulsing pink around the edges, like a child’s fingers eclipsing the dying flashlight of the sun.  
I'm normal, I'm average I go to school and head to work and I make sure I do my chores I wake up everyday, clothes on, teeth brushed and I leave.  I leave for school and I leave for work
Oh, how this place has become
Hidden behind photos and many filters, There's something about me thats a little off-kilter. I try to be me, but I'm caught in a snare, But what makes me me, society doesn't seem to care.
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,
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
What do I see when I look in the mirror? I used to not know, but now I see clearer. Some people think all they need are viewers, But come to find out, I need much, much fewer.  
A wall, a wall with a hole so deep, so dark, the depths could never be known. A road, a road never traveled, nor will it ever be. An animal, lonessome and mateless, never to find his own.
I grew up and down in an unstable wonderland.   Pale arms outreach to touch the moon, but my feet and soul root me to where I stand.   Surrounded by unconventional and unusual beauty.
Look at me bare Look at my face My freckles adorn me
Take away the phone in your hand and the nonexistant makeup on my face. Take away the blue eyes and red hair that never stays down. Take away the freckles on my face and the scars from a lost battle with acne.
I tried to roll the melanin off my skin
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
Are you yourself when you are at school...
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
Slick sleet, sleepy things Stumble over me Hot mess, camo dress Be still to not be seen   Fire moths busy Setting sparks to trees No time to seek for shelter As grenades go  
              "Better Mistakes" Learn from your mistakes and teach a Prince to be a King.We got to teach the young ones to dream big as one's esteem.
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.
She is a young girlRosacea gives it awayFull of life, energy, and strong beliefsShe has a different way of looking at the worldNot to judge but to exploreShe wonders how others will look at her
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,
The alarm goes off and I can't get out of bed
When I add a filter I feel like I am adding a mask A mask that I want to cover my imperfections But then, I start to feel as if I was hiding Hiding my true self from the world. I start to question
Black-eyed behemoth 
Adults always tell us that they know best They have more experience, and time, they'll attest They feed those words Into our brains Inject that message into our infant veins
  Discerning marks of beauty from blemish The tousled mess of curls, uncontrollable Processed, picked, prodded Scrutinized, analyzed, ostracized   Ripples of muscles under plump layers
  In a room full of people you will see me,  I'll look like the others so it will be hard to notice me, If you do you'll think that you've discovered me, You're mistaken and confused by an imagery,
Mom but woman, Wife but independent, Teacher and learner,  Beautiful and broken: I am more than one thing. English and Spanish, Bilingüe but gringa, Foreigner at home, 
Within the consticting walls of social media, I am merely but a single soul, "desperate for attention because I am out of the range of society's normalities." How about you take a closer look before your fill your mouth with judgement.
A smile with a slight crooked tooth Hair that which curls turn to a frizz Eyes the color of burning wood Skin that breaks out with gross pimples   A smile that is contagious
I am like a painting.
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,
When the man asked the women
 Without pigmintation of the skin we are one in the same. Same speices,  same bones.  What defines you from me  and me from another should be based on one's interior, not exterior. 
"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.
A lot of people cant see
I walk to my room when I get home from school, And the first place I go, is to the beautiful upright piano. My heart beats to the rhythm of the music I play.
Filter Free What does my face look like without a filter?
I don't need it. I am me, why would I show people a filter to see? 
When I take a picture   I smile and stare at my relfection.   My mind wonders if they will like it   if they will see me the way  I see me.  
Two arms, two legs, two hands, two feet, A head and a heart and now I’m complete. Learning and living each day to the fullest, Buried with what makes each day the hardest. Between misery and distress,
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
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 am laying down on a beach, goose pimples popping up on my legs because the air around the ocean is always cooler and moist, my hair twerking with the wind, and I am smiling awkwardly at the camera. 
I walk down the hall.
“Hey Guys! Take my picture!
Without a filter i am angry without softened words i am shouting for i live in a world where we are expected to be sheep we are looked down upon and we are blamed for turmoil
The best photographs Are the ones when I don’t know The camera’s there.   Perfect works of art Are created when the pen Accepts the stray lines.   Stories are written
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
Foundation, bronzer, and then eye make-up? No, concealer first. Cheeks are huge, contour them. No bronzer ever. I look in the mirror That’s not me. The alien attempting to achieve perfection
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,
No one is perfect let me start with that No one is perfect   These filters they hide so much so much that we are scared of   I too am scared of these flaws but i open up today
Size 0,       5’11”,           big-eyed,                 long-necked,                      high-cheek-boned models parading around. Advertisements making beauty seem within reach as long as I
 My braces and brackets. My curls that I love to twirl. Bown eyes. Brows with a high arch. I don't know if I can tell you all begining to start. Yellow  skin. 5"6 is where I stand. eighteen and I feel like I'm downing in quicksand.
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  Excuse me? What did you just call me? It wasn’t Miss,  Ms., Mrs., Ma’m, or Lady. It wasn’t my name. What was your reference? Oh yeah, narcissistic bitch.   Why? Actually, don’t answer,
What do I look like without a filter? If you strip away the makeup, The clothes that are percieved as popular, And the facade that I wear almost every day, What is left?
lips brushed with melaninb a soul willing to set sail but never selling it in love with the art and not the spoils 90s new balance jack clean, proud of the skin as organic as the soul
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,
"Come along!" Said the Man.Though to where,
Our Paper Bags I think we all wear paper bagsset like crowns upon our headsand although they’re all the same pale brownwe paint them.
i am short i wonder if i will become tall i hear that it is empowering towering over others
Life isn't measured by the number of likes, favorites, or views. It doesn't matter how many followers you have. Instead, life is measured by the people you impact. How many people did you help today?
I sit in school. The chair digs into my back, Eyes bore into the back of my head, My mind is buzzing Fingers thrumming against the steel legs.
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world, beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides, what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
Who wants to be like me? They say I am not popular They say I am far from perfect Without the makeup Without the filters I am me And on the inside I know that I am perfect
Me? Oh, I, I am the girl, the girl with the curly brown hair, with straightened bangs, bangs that have grown too long— long enough to hide my eyes from the world
Who am I How am I perceived by others because when I look in the mirror I am not examining myself but viewing the flipped version of a puppet that everyone else sees 
In this day and age, it is easy to virtually achieve perfection. That is what you desire, isn’t it? As long as you conceal yourself behind your mobile device, Everyone will see only what you are supposed to be-
Taking a road, A road down uncharted territory,  From a flower blooming  to a restless seed. A silly child, know-it-all wondering amioulsy and understandingly feeling tall; 
Gritty, grimey, beautiful, different Weird, outspoken, random, structured Victim, survivor, helper, advocate Determined, resiliant, hard-worker, teammate Granddaughter, daughter, neice, sister
My pouting lips, My freckles, My brown eyes brown hair and blonde tips are Exposed. My red skin, My frizzy curls, My chubby wrists cheeks and chin.
Sometimes my life is driven by the promise of academic success,  that the school of my dreams awaits my arrival, and that my fame and fortune will sprout from there.   
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 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 filters or make-up, I am like a flower that grows with natural beauty. I am my own mirror that reflects my true skin, I`m a beauty that is priceless. I`m ordinary pretty.
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.
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
No filter but still a pretty picture Real story's exposed with scratches but I'd say it only makes me more richer no not in money but in wisdom buuddy let me spare you all the details that are bloody
You think you know me You believe I’m like you Well you couldn’t be more wrong About the subtext of my psychology
Truth is something one must give to himself.
What do i
I like quoting movies- A lot. I sometimes forget that the world Isn’t privy to my inner dialogue; If the world could hear my thoughts, it would get lost, buried,
Who Am I? I'm the guy that's up at night, too busy staring in the sky. Brought up in the country state of Texas, But I guess I'm not real because I'm not that reckless.
I never had a filter Because I am no drifter Society wants us to believe That we need a filter to deceive And furthermore achieve But I don’t need a filter Just like I don’t need a mister
When I look into your eyes
Filters hide our blimishes,  Take away our true beauty,
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. 
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
“Oh, and please leave room for cream” I smile and tell the minimum-wage-earning teen behind the counter that he can keep the change. He thanks me and I think it might have been his first tip today.
With no filter, my face is pretty average, My voice and hair are nothing to salvage. I’m quiet and shy when around the unknown, My soul and color and pride aren’t shown. When I’m near the ones I care for most,
I am not who I wasI am not who I'll beBut as for who I amI can say that I'm meI'm blunt but I'm lovingI'm scarred but still standingAnd I've felt my share of painI've made it this far
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?
To you, I am just a pale face Tired and exhausted I lack something that you want. And to you, That is perfection. I am more than just this filter Of beauty so fake. I am a person.
Some may think I'm happy and fun, carefree and patient although I'm none. The guy with the oh so perfect world, school, the family, and the girl. But underneath that smooth exterior, lies a broken man growing wearier.
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
I am reserved Silent and unoticable
Sometimes I feel that people overestimate me In projects and assignment Both inside and out of class. Thinking that I've got their backs And everything perfectly planned But I am just as lost as they are.
"They" say the first love is the sweetest. But why is that so? Well as "they" say, "you reap what you sow." "They" say love is blind. But what does that show?
How can you ask for no filters? Do you think look I fake with filters? Well yes, I do. That's the point. This face, this hair, this body that was deemed perfect from my genes,
i am agression i am anger i am hatred and compassion i am lovely and spiteful
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 
I am an anomaly. A flying rocket ship. When times are getting tough i shy away from my relationship.   I am afraid of being alone, yet i crave the silence. When I am told what to do,
It is in my deepest mind can I say this. What does the world care? we talk about change, but all we have is words words to fight words to survive words to love
Insecurity tends to pulse Through people's veins. The image of perfection Contiues to flash through their minds, Like a broken record playing. They stalk their minds and emotions
We are who we are, I am who I am, But how is I described?  
The girl who knows more about you than you'll ever know about her, But she'll let you in... Just for a little while, So here I go, I can't stay focused for more than five minutes on something uninteresting,
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
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?
They want to know the real her But I don't know the person myself We can start slow Like waking up on a Saturday By describing her as a light She radiates life and brings warmth everywhere she goes
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
"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 wise man once said, "If we could physically base peoples apperances off of ones personality today, who would we consider beautiful?" I would argue that our perception would stay exactly the same
I walk along the sidewalk Putting on a smile for all to see A skip in my step My words a melody. A filter. Inside is dark. Lonely. My eyes glimmer My heart is dimmer.
They say you always know which kids have no dad You know the ones always starting something, doing bad, roaming streets, making trouble, proving the stats right. Now Uncle Sam trying to keep them in his sight
Rhyme is my gift because it comes to me swift and when I speak my words you will feel a drift.. I'm not cold at least not in front and if you pass me a blunt I'll send it straight with a punt.
That shy girl
Underneath I have a dirty heart You all will fail, so I can win I am not clean and cut like my selfies But I am rough and tough like so many I do not really care about you So what if I lie and say that I do?
Stripping away, Exposing pieces that no one sees. Who am I? Who was I? Who will I be? Take away the filters, The makeup, The clothes that everyone sees. Reflect within and see myself,
The camera goes down, and there's the frown Fears rushing from beneath, tears gushing from my eyes to the tip of my reach
Ruddy, thats what they call my complexion A mix of pure white and dots I am calico The contours of my body are softly proportioned  a little extra here and there but I am muscled  I am strong  
Hi, my name is 'Trying' My name is, am I good enough? They call me generic  Bland, I could be a flake in your cereal Voted best sense of humor, I'm not funny Chose to sit alone in elementary school cafeteria
What are humans Without screens To hide the pain The scars The truth
Down every street, On every wall, In every room, Are windows, mirriors, puddles, and reflection. I march right by without a look but, sometimes I cant... Sometimes it pulls me, Calls to me,
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.
Imagine a life with no filters.
Knowing this chapter could have ended is the most difficult thing to grasp. When you find that person, your life partner, that special someone, it won't be easy. Because that person is worth the fights and 
Who decides what I’ll be?
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
Amaro Rise Valencia Umm, Saturation let's make it 10 Warmth 41, there done. #NoFilter #AllNatural But how is it that we go ahead and fidget with the icons on instagram 
The Authentic Me by Hunter E Jones   Does the selfie define me? Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
  With you, I finally felt loved. Your lips were softer than butter, kisses so soft, sweeter than the sweetest honey.
"How could you say that, my ego is demolished" I have never apologized for just being honest There are way too many people Who lie to their friends to make them feel better 
If you were to compare a selfie of me from four years ago to one today,
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.  
My filter protects my sight, It covers the world for me. I use it to show what I wish to be; A more perfect, flawless version of me.   I strip away the smile: That straight-toothed, polite smile
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
Behind the glitz and the glam, Is just a face. That is something, You cannot erase.   Covered by things, That are not you. Once they are removed, You are true.  
Its whispering winds
#n   ofilter now you can see my flaws
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 wear drugstore makeup, walmart clothes, hand-me-downs and shoes with holes. Neither poor nor rich, happy nor sad. I am not right nor left, but forever in between.
Pretending is more challenging Then accepting reality. So why pretend? Why keep up the act?   I don’t.   Simplicity is a desire
This is me Half Black Half White In a society that doesn't take that into account A society that sees me and assumes  I am fully Black Which is not bad
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!
I went to a new school Where they were all different. They were not the heard of sheep I had come to know
Under the make-                         up.    Beneath         the filter.Behind the forced smiles. Is a girl.A girl                         who’s not so sure         of herself.A girl who loves to make
Who am I? A doctor, writer, or biologist A musician, detective, or radiologist Who am I? A dancer, veterinarian , or accountant A teacher, athlete, or consultant Who am I?
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,
Without filter we can see We can see into the depths of our souls Our hopes, dreams, and aspirations Laid bare in their natural beauty  
White clothes wipe off her face. The palette that covered her face now gone.
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,
Dark glasses onHand cuffs broken in two
There's a war inside my head and it just won't stop. I was told the biggest battle is the one in your head.
People appear as though everything about them is black and white,
I was always good at faking a smile. I pretended I was strong. I kept this up for quite a while, But it just felt so wrong.   Because on the inside I was breaking. I was a captive to regret and shame.
Slice. Through to reality, don't hold back, don't lie to me,  I am not defined by the ribbon on top, not made by the sparkles we add, the flavor we infuse,  I am Me.
I'm just a girl,
Rebecca Harris No Filter Scholarship Slam 13 February 2015 Buried Treasure If the world chose who I would be
True. What is true? The truth can be messy. Embarrassing. Disappointing. Shameful. Sometimes the lie is just a hat. Just covering a little. Other times the lie is a locked door. Always hiding, never opening.
Hashtag no filter? Hashtag no brain Hashtag I'm going fucking insane
Nerd. The word resounds around my head like a hammer on a bell. Smartass The word clatters like a grain of rice in a rain stick. Geek The word rolls off my tongue like a new morning kiss.
Music had so much emotion and soul
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.
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.
When I look in the mirror,
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.
What do I look like without the flash and eye of my phone?
Always alone but surrounded, reminded of ties and bounded Can't hear what they're sayin', continue to keep on prayin' Faith remains my soul will lead me, to what I'm supposed to be
I look to the sky for a dream, the stars seem to yell surrender. My generation has lost its roots, our world is yelling timber.
I am a girl of a deceased dad, I am a girl of divorced parents, I am a who who wears makeup to hide the tears, I am a girl who has a filter to hide the pain.   I am a girl without a filter,
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. 
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. 
They stripped us of our self awareness Our sense of pride Our sense of knowing Our sense of belonging. They've had power in our mental minds And shall I remind you
*snap* An image is taken
Heart stopping, ears begging for more I play the strings like a mother Stroking a childs head. Softly, whisper the made up lyrics  that escape my heart.  I pick up the pencil lines crossing like 
I am a woman who can do it all Even though I am so small I have so much potential  because I know most of the essentials
In and from this world what do we really want?
Painted smile, feeling vileregretting the time gone
I wanted them to see me as art to stand in awe and marvel at the thought that such beauty existed but i am not a monet i am not a picasso and as they realized that
Come up with a poem of you, they say. Who are you? What should we know? To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18, with the future on my mind and a reminiscent heart. My soul resides at home,
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.
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
Behind The Pictures  These pictures show you the outside of me They dont show you how This smile can be gone in the matter of 10 seconds Maybe if society wasn't so hard now 
Under these heavily shadowed eyelids are green eyes that cry a lot Under her curled hair is a mind that overthinks things, with constant anxious thoughts Under this lipstick is a smile that is curved to hide the pain
What defines me cannot be found in a dictionary Flipping the pages until you reach the J's then filling in the blanks -o, -e, -y, Does not mean a word sentence definition is the sum of all my parts
i am the one they call strange  annoying  weird  different i am the girl who is ignored  unwanted  unneeded  i am the one who doesnt grow up  i probably never will 
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.
With my words as my paint
  A crooked smile A silly face
Tomorrow is a race Yesterday is a name Today is a chase No means to an end
I am myself With no filter. Playing music as loud as it can go, Dancing in my room,  Signing at the top of my lungs, With no filter.  Glasses on,  Sweatpants keepng me warm, 
With each scar
I think far too often There's no room for all of it in my bone skull Some get pushed out into words Mostly the shallow, people pleasing, floating on the surface things that human conversation lives off of
I wont look too long when I know I wont like what I see,
It is the way each gear ran perfectly, The way the ticks lined up. It was how the metal clashed with me, It couldn’t get enough. Let’s fall, Let’s rise, Then stall, Then surprise.
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.
Everything looks so much different in black and white. You can't see all of the colors that are around. You also can't see the pain in a picture, you can't even see the happiness in a black and white colored picture.
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.
I am not a daughter.  I am a third parent. I am not a student. I am a never ending question. I am not an employee. I am an asset.  I am not what I appear to be.
A filter is like a mask, a mask is like a disguise, I disguise my feelings and self but why?
The real me isnt pictures you see online Or even sometimes outside. The real me is deep down  Wondering if its okay to be herself or hide. The real me isnt a staright A student But doesnt mean Im not smart.
I am facing the silver screen, my virtual reflection refusing to look at me.   The screen turns black and all I see are my blank eyes as they wait wait to watch
I have always wished for something more a little hope, a little love, a little bit of something. But now I sit by myself wishing for nothing.   Darkeness surrounds me
  Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
If you take away the filter The hashtags, the signs I’m left bereft of options And put simply, there am I   Half-hidden in the sun But avoiding the glare You take my picture neck up
To my Older Self,   Remember when you wanted to be included in the adult conversations? You used to walk dejectedly back to the kids’ corner, only half-listening to the arguments there.
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
There’s something comical
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. 
When the phone is down and the filters are off is when you see the real me. The real me is a person with Flaws that can only be highlighted by my own self-doubt. With my filter on my real presence is esoteric, flew see what i am really made of.
Behind the filter is a girl A girl who has been through the hells of growing up Behind the filter is insecurities Insecurities the girl doesn't allow to define her Behind the filter is compassion
There's a coursing river coming right at you no dams or cares that's a fact. But I hope you know something, this honesty isn't fantasy. I'm not a funny page, I'm imbuing knowledge
I am who I am no excuses. My outer cannot my inner make. Take away my sprinkles Colorful and cute in design I am still a cupcake Sweet and rich and divine and wholesome to my core
Every day I put a mask on my face. I pick out my flaws and try to erase The "imperfections" our society has set. Impossible standards that have yet to be met. So who am I behind the mask?
I am not a book meant to be read or researched Searching is meant for those who are looking To be liked for something I'm not is not being liked at all
Who is this guy? I have a vague recollection of his existence, Seems like he came back with a vengeance, This guy just told me he took more than a small step forward, but he got his legs shot off,
Soft wavy hair heated pin straight Creamy paint smoothed on marked skin Sharp black lines and white powder Societal mirror reflected gold Take sponge and soap and warm water Scrubbing soul and body
I cry a lot, don't you? I trust people too easily I'm trusting you. I forget things a lot, don't you? I lie to people too easily I'm not lying to you.
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
Words without reproof, naked and ashamed, Unheard, but reached by hundreds; they’re my words spoken. But I am the king of the Jungle! A lion untamed.   My power lies within the boundaries I have proclaimed
Who am I beneath a social filter? I'm not Ludwig, Lo-Fi or black and white But pale and blue eyed with a crooked smile Chewed nails, dead ends, frail arms and bad posture.   Who am I beneath a social filter?
Energy, Great, Cute     Why do I need a filter?  Fun, Sarcastic, Sweet     Why do I need to be fake?  Nice, Helpful, Talented?        I don't need a filter to live. 
Instagram. Facebook. Twitter. Snapchat.Your connection to the rest of the worldYou take a photoYou want to share itBut first you have to “fix” it
A filter   Nothing but a misconstrued version of normal light Changing context from wrong to right   Take away this glass magnifying falsehoods and repressing flaws
I look and the mirror and what do i see? It's flawed face and it's staring back at me I add a little eyeliner, a little mascara too Maybe a dab of concealer Will that do?
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?
I smile in hope they will stop staring. I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror. I smile in hope to make someone's day.
Blood as red as a rose They said death was something that you just chose Truthfully it chose you
I was never one for sports though an active child.
On the other side of the glass
I wake up to the sun rays filtering through my bamboo screens. I pause, drenched in the warm honey glow of an almost summer morning. I crawl, scramble in a generally awkward fashion,
    behind the makeup and smile as big as her heart there is a girl she is living in constant fear of the future her biggest fear is failing she feels helpless but she has to try
I’m not like the people you see on the streets, I’m not like the people you read about or see on television, I try so hard to be different because of my stereotype, I’m just like your friends,
Perfect this.
This uncontrolable jelousy  Builds up deep inside of me people say they're jealous of me they keep telling me  that im handsome enough to be in magazines and that i speak so confidently 
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,
You are the waves of the ocean, Unapologetically crashing to the shore, Then seeping back out to the sea, To rise and fall unyieldingly.   You are the trees in the forest, Radiant and confident,
Who am I? during those late nights, where I have no one to impress, where I don't have to watch what I say, where I can expess myself freely, where I have no filter. I don't have to get all dresed up,
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.  
I don't care what people think of me if "Im ugly" without make up
Every picture of me that I personally take does have some editing of my face.
Wake up and look in the mirror, Do you like what you see?
Looks like your chosen but I already closed in
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.
I have to dress this way.I just have to; I do.All of the pretty girls wear this make up anyway.So I will start to, too.
Remove the filters that surround our lives.  Don't sugarcoat it to the ones outside.  The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel, so let's not pretend that it always looks cool.
If I feel like you don't love me You should know that is a problem Understand what I'm saying
Beauty is not a simple thing,
A filter is used to hide the parts of us we don't like and enhance the parts we do. But why do we not "like" parts of ourselves? Society is always telling us to "be ourselves" and "color outside the lines,"
I am a world traveler filled with interesting foods, Amazing memories, fun people, and beautiful pictures, I love coffee, tequila, and meeting new people, I am confident, I am smart, I am happy  
She looks in the mirror  Dead in the eyes Looking at someone  She no longer knows She grabs her paint brush  And starts to work on her canvas Liner. Mascara. Powder. Lipstick.
The path I’ve taken is much less traveled, I didn’t choose the path I took, For my journey was far from easy. But the more I think and the harder I look, The better I see how my life was unraveled.  
The world is full of imperfections.
Perfection. Is the definition of perfection perfect? Who could really define perfection? If someone added a picture to it, who would it be? Certainly not me. I would be plastered in the antonym section as
Let's face it, reality is pretty boring, several hours of brain torturing; grades, test, and jobs only create worrying; what is all this that we spend our time juggling?
The harmless freckles that cover my face, The numerous scars on my cheeks and my waist, The extra skin that exists on my thighs, The obvious bags that surround my tired eyes, The size of my large and annoying ears,
The harmless freckles that cover my face, The numerous scars on my cheeks and my waist, The extra skin that exists on my thighs, The obvious bags that surround my tired eyes, The size of my large and annoying ears,
I am beautiful See the pools of dark brown soil   with hints of gold that reach for the light those are my eyes I am beautiful See the skin that glows  when I smile so vibrantly 
Can we enter 2015 with no filter? With so many filters and mask, I sometimes hate to ask what's real or what's fake. What would it take?
In the cold and gray comfort of the morning I stare at the skyline above my city. 6:14am A cool colorless light seeps into the sky Brightening the dullness.
I am a creator, the most original of lifestyles.
Humanity leads to failure I lead to humanity  Am I a failure? Do I prove myself a white picket fence future? Am I entitled to eveyone elses opinions? Can you see right through me?
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
my face lies bare of foundation, exposing my imperfect skin tones my eyebrows reflect of asymmetry, craving for a proper wax my lips require a fuchsia lipstick, whispering gossip of insecurity
He chose how the world viewed himHe was social and lively exclaimed the pictures on the dresser;A great athlete, sung the awards on the walls,But he wasn't content, stated the moist tissues covered by the soft blankets.
Some say truth lies within a reflection of ourselves behind the mirror  beyond the filters of filters we know  and all we try to fight against  my mirror stands before me 
a love notewritten by a teenagermight be rifewith promises of foreverwith entwined hands
Can I even recognize myself in full color? The black and white and different hues are gone, and its like no other. There is a girl sitting in this picture. No make-up, no fashion tops, and not a speck of glitter.
I use filters every day of my life I'm not just talking about stupid ass picture filters 
Yes, I use filters on almost every picture I post on social media If it makes me feel better about myself then why not?   How messed up is that sentence?
Quick take a picture What can we see? An everlasting flawess flitered picture of me Hair done Skin soft Eyebrows on fleek Eyes tipped Black dip, winged tip on me
My teeth are not pearly white, My face has scars from my acne.
 Pointed nose , wrinkly clothes would impose ? Smile off white pointed towards the light that looks just right . Gleemy eyes blue of sea , there is a pimple can't you see? Frickle here frickle there , can some move my hair ?
Can you imagine this world that wakes up right before our eyes The trees shake, the sun shines, and the grass never dies
You wonder who I am deep down inside, Down past the emotions i tend to hide? That is a question with split answers For I am made from two seperate cultures   My ancestors from two diffferent places
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
I am an Individual Everything about me is my own Nothing less than a miracle I am an open book, so let it be known  
As a little boy, my mother always said I was up to no good, jumping on furniture, or running along pool sides.
#labelme #figureme #guess Who am I? Title me Give me your dish Tell me who I am Tell me who you see Covered book Hidden book Story full of pix #white #female
When we first met I was nothing but an empty landscape. You made me laugh so deeply that I cried, and the tears watered a lost garden in my body.
I do my best to be happy  I try not to snap but I've loved so much  and been loved so little Its hard to trust  when you're split down the middle. A heart broken so much The pieces so little
Hidden behind a mask that doesn't hide only alters.   But if it's not true,
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
  Every day I wake up, and when I look up in the mirror
Various shades of colors Black White Tan All so equally beautiful  Yet there is people who dare judge People so full of anger and a hallowing emptiness Raise your voices
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
My fingers lace through The yellow bag straps. Playfully, I tilt my head to the left.   A smirk on my face.
A picture tells a thousands words,  but can you read the emotions behind each smile? Can you hear the hardships that their eyes express? My wide bright eyes that seem to shine like the sun turn to dark clouds of gray.
gems. they sparkle with the light of a thousand glimmering galaxies
As a kid I danced on the livingroom carpet. The beat filled me inside and made me feel alive. The frenzy growing and hungry and ready to explode in a rhythmic symphony of movement.
Love finally found me, alone in my room, despair had eclipsed this old heart like the moon, covering the Sun and blinding my eyes, I called out to God and He heard my cries, I still feel the pangs of being alone, left here to suffer my mind is st
Play me like a fiddle, boy,
Hashtag “no filter” Hashtag “no edit” Dear valencia and sierra I owe you the credit   Blurry pictures Red eyes And blemishes galore Dislike, mean comment, take it down Good Lord!
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
I've done my best to be what people want
I have never really had a filter. Not a literal one, however. In a world full of cover ups and blind dates, I stand alone.
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
Highly underrated  Highly anticipated  Got one goal that is being the greatest  Prove doubters wrong when I make it  Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant 
My heart feels heavy, not heavy enough for me not to be able to carry, just heavy enough for me to feel weary, it’s so scary, I’m near January.
Old Soul Who I am exactly is perplexing to say,
I just want the me I was before I knew what it was like to have to live each living day without you, it's been such a long time since I've seen me and I miss me
Why am I the way I am?
I would like to think that my body and my face were created specifically for me.
Looking into the mirror, society stares back. Watching my every move, analyzing every inch. Bite my tongue and hold my words back; smile with closed lips. Constrictions; you cannot wear that.
Can you hear the sound of the world calling your name? Can you hear your heart talking to your brain to make sure you are awake? Can you hear your name being called repeatedly by those around you? Cause I can't
I am the clutter
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!
  I am ….. Broken. By the strong reigns that peer pressure pulls towards me. Constantly fighting the battle of not being lonely No real father in my life honestly it’s not by choice
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.
The first time he held my hand I wanted to cry.
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.
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?
You are safe, she whispered softly stroking the crest of my cheek with her thumb and I could feel the ridges of her identity in the tips of her fingers like I could feel the water wrap around my body
Looking at what we most often see
Filters gone, now you see my true beauty, its not on the outside, but within. Within I am clean, I am whole, I am not artificial.  Without filters, I am me.
No filter Well, I am pretty pale, and my teeth aren't that white. No filter But my smile does radiate, and my skin shows that life does have a bite. No filter
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
"Who is this? Nigga on IG, always on posting pics.  Never get the chicks.  Always with the shits.  Man that nigga lame. I blow more L’s and got way more change”
I am a prodigal son Though my chromosomes read double X's Despite what my sex is, I am still prodigal Not in the sense of wasting dollar bills on gambling teams Or quarters on slot machines
I am a man stuck in place while others were always told, go ahead or try again
I'm not that perfect valencia skin beauty I'm that beauty that can be a pizza face I'm not that small forehead lucky individual I'm that five forehead cutie Is it okay? Is it okay?
I hated myself because I had depression.
She had sadness in her eyes Everyday of her life, And no one knew why.   They didn't know The memories that haunted her Each and every day Of her short life.  
The school bell rings And I slip through the back door
She laughs and loves 
How am I with no filter? I wake up every morning two hours before school begins to filter myself.
Many different people like lots of different things. Some like fame or TV Others like rain when it goes drip drip drop down on your window. But me? I love words.
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.
Why does everything have to be based off a tragedy. Is it not advantageous enough to just have a beneficial life anymore.
Spots, Scars, and stripes Blemishes, freckles, and insecurities, This is me. I roll out of bed, brush my teeth, This is me. I cannot see YOU under that beige tar and black crayon.
The stitches aren't quite rightThe patches not nea
Rooms are quiet places when there's nobody inside them. A lot of times I think that the silence is caused by the awkwardness between the invisible, humiliating thoughts that people have left behind: casual glances running up stockings
I wake up everyday trying to be #flawless   The lipstick, the blush, the eyebrows on #fleek  
I am Lauren kelly I am 17 years old I'm an alcoholic and an addict I do not know when I will go home I have craving and I shake my life is unmanageable  I promised myself that I would never change 
Post-camera angling, perfecting our facial expressions, we hold our breath as we click the button that supposedly captures the real you-- However in today’s society, seizes the artificial.
I don't know what I want
Why would I use sephia to cover up my freckles,
Words come easy, but people are the problem. Typing for hours without a single sound. Looking for an escape. A new world. Looking to tell a story no one has heard before. Listen close because you my find
Who am I? I am made of fire.
I walk into the bathroom i turn my head as my eyes interlock with the me within, I SEE With you
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. 
Every girl and boy in the world knows
You stole my innocence. My childhood. My happiness. You took everything from me, And you don't even remember. I was just another girl, Another thrill. Today I take back my life.
Never black and white Never still always fluid A beautiful mess
I am a product of the alley ways and corner fig
Focused for the day and the Grade A letters to be exchanged Letters we all focus on that will define for the rest of our lives
Deadbeat number one. You walked out of my life before I even got to learn what your skin smelt like.I'm sure if I dug way back in my locked away, too young to remember, 
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.
I’m no Cinderella Never lost a glass slipper Never got prince charming I’m no Cinderella Always felt strange Faraway Slipping away Always felt strange
I am afraid of the future And the mistakes that are yet to be made I know I'm not perfect, and sometimes that scares me.  I am afriad of disapointing my parents,  By not being the person they raised me to be. 
  When I was younger, I wanted to be a dog when I grew up.
I'm about to write this poem, but first let me take a sefie. Ducklips Filters and angles
Fresh out the shower Kinky curls so soft and bouncy Flowing everywhere as it dries Creating a giant afro of curls   I look in the mirror and lather on lotion I get dressed and grab my phone
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.
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?
Standing straight up with a Glowing smile. Eyes wide open, Seeking the light that shines through Every negative remark made toward me. “Too skinny!” “Eat a sandwich!” Oh, but I do eat.
  Taking a picture day in and day out little imperfections Quickly to be corrected hide the true beauty waiting to be discovered
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.
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 party hard with their dance along my sensitive winter skin.
Hiding in
One alone cannot lead. One alone cannot love. One alone cannot learn. One alone cannot learn. One alone cannot laugh. One alone cannot live the life intended.
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 
I didn't grow up in a home, I grew up in houses, 13 schools and a murder attempt and "Run as fast as you can, find the neighbor, and stay there till I call the police!" My mom's ex-boyfriend,
I am me, myself, and I I am a man who likes to say hi not goodbye I am afraid of the day I will die But I'm also afraid of not living life I shine bright like the stars in the night sky
Nature is a mystery, but I am unique. The world spins around in an orbit, but my head spins through imagination of wild stories. Out of boredom, the weather becomes a hectic storm,
Without filters my pictures ar
10 fingers and toes 9 months to carry
No filter = no likes. No filter is like going on a date, without breaking the ice. (Which is a habit of mine) No filter is #Fresh Friday and no #Makeup Monday. No filter is usually me.
My poetry is like a dusty dictionary (Let me explain my origins and my complications in a way no one wants to understand) Let me use crappy similes to show you how I cope,  using humor and understatements. 
I step out the door. Then step back in. I check the mirror. Okay, I look thin. I step back out.
The world is colorful Our perception is often not Instead of the rainbow We live in black and white thought We catogorize, we generalize--we label each other's lives With our preset misconceptions 
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
A shot to impress, a meaningless stroke; what we once treasured great, we no longer invoke.
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Everyday i wake up walking down long hallways its a place in my head i fly to escape maybe I'm an activist but i cant add this  list of reasons why i cant breathe  my future haunt me my past torture me 
Make-up. Make-up. Make up. Make. up. You are making yourself up.   What is that? Expression? Self awareness? Beauty? Faking someone out?   Nobody needs that.
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
I was born to put words on paper and make the world a better place because of it. The amount of knowledge I have yet to learn is intimidating, but the idea of learning exhilarating.
I'm addicted to beauty, Addicted to destruction. I'm addicted to pieces and broken things Because I'm trying to find my "whole". I'm addicted to the sunrise, And to the moonrise,
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
inauthenticity is a fad.a trend founded on insecurity.add a filteruse photoshophide your flawsdon’t let themsee.
Today we are consumed by technology, Consumed by how society views us, Consumed by tweets, status updates, and selfies,   As life quickly passes by,
Quiet, they say.
 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
The parched paper promotesthe pen's tip to seek
Behind these eyes of mine is a person, just an ordinary person who always feels she never fits in.She takes pictures and finds uplifting quotes to put on her pictures so she can look at them and think she is beautiful.
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  
You want me to hide.
Filters, settings, colors, film
the true reflection in the mirror trying to fit in  the real you  over thinking simple flaws  it's okay not to be perfect  just be true no matter what others pound into your head 
I Hair too messy, skin too pale Greying eyes that no sleep could evade Without the filter I see what others cannot What I refuse to show, because I am afraid of me  
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
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
Slammed into lockers, pushed into walls. This life just wont stop hurting. When I am all alone, I can see the world, for what it truly is. I walk alone on the edge of the road,
There's a perfect image I've always had of myself, one not even a filter could create One that's so perfect just me being me  Letting the world seeing me in my natural state It's always seemed to get me further.
I am flawless. I am not the flawless found in Vogue magazine. 
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
As a little girl your momma always tells you Beauty is in the eye of the beholder That beauty isn"t only skin deep That young girls don't need make up and filters To be pretty  
With no filter, I am bland. I am ordinary. I am, nude. With no filter, I am like you.   With no filter, I am feriocious. I am true. I am, revealed.
Which filter? That is the question I ask myself for every photo Knowing that everytime I alter my appearance for others My self-esteem gets lower 
Mask (noun)1. Something you use to hide2. Something that conceals a flaw3. Something that obscures someone’s identity
No Beauty. No Color . No Spotlight . No Foundation.  No Conceler.  #NoFilter. As I'm scrolling down on Instergram I see girls on film and boys showing off there new fade.
Who could be me? No one but me Take a Picture what do I see? A reality of my beauty within thee No filter needed at all I love myself just as I am no one could make me fall
Glasses Sharp nose Dark, patterened clothes Sparkling baby blue eyes Bright smile with a crooked jaw Big loving heart with an old amourous soul Behind the filter, behind the hashtag
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.
"I" is edgy, "I" is hot. "I" is exciting, "I" is loud. "I" is daring, "I" is spontaneous. I am not "I". I am a completely different me. I am easily entertained. I am self-conscious. I am quiet. I am nervous.
Haven't slept in two days? Lo-fi filter it. Climbed the highest peak of a mountain and want to hide your sweat stained shirt? Valencia filter. Just stayed up all night to read your favorite romance novel? Hudson filter.
A big ball of tangled yarn That can't seem to sort itself out.
i was the guy sell you anything under the sky i was that guy that if i didn't have it, id take it i was that guy to fight cause you looked at me wrong
I always said…   The only way people could really see through me is if I was shot 50 times in the chest Through those bullet holes you could see police lights and my mom screaming she’s dead
Everyday I walk through the halls of red and white, watching unfamiliar faces of high school students pass by like a rock skipping across the water.
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. 
Life is tough I must admit. Motivation, determination, it drives me not to quit. When life gets hard I keep my head up, even though im just a kid I act like a grown up.
What am I underneath it all? I am afraid, of new, of alone, of failure.
We're held back and stopped by the reds but go forth when we're beckoned by the green.What have we become? Where caution tape decides where we can and cannot
When I close my eyes
Thoughts of nothing In times of despair I see you strutting Like you don't see me here I wished to fly like a choir on high To live like a new being awoken To be sheet thin and soar the sky
Underneath the filters Underneath the makeup I am not who I appear to be The girl people see   I am not always smiling My hair not always perfect
A version of myself. Entirely different from the one that I expose Kept flawlessly preserved behind a mask
Ive always used a filter so that others can percive me the way  I want them to.
I've had to say it a few times in my #life that I don't want you to go through my cell phone. It is not because I have anything to hide, No #DeepDarkSecrets hiding there, not even "suggestive content,
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. 
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.
#NoFilter Scholarship Slam
Born in Nebraska, raised in Omaha, just a small town girl with wild dreams
There I was Here I am Now I’m there Now I’m gone How can I tell who I am? Each day a new me is born. So sorry, There is no answer to who I really am Just one to who I’m not
Take a look around, tell me what you see - 
Nobody's perfect, and I'm proud of that.
Mayfair, Valencia, X-Pro II,
I'm not perfect, I know that. But perfection is boring, It's what makes us complacent. There are no filters in life, Life isn't a picture to share with friends to judge.  
Who am I today? Thoughtful, Smart, Unstopable Bubbly, Happy, Kind Irritated, Angry, Rude Who am I today? Am I a force of nature? Am I quiet? Am I talkative? Who am I today?
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
I am my paintings Speaking from the walls Tall and strong I am more than my traveling lauhter echoing from hall to hall My earth rich skin With an abudance of melanin
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
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
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
Infinite number of uses Touching, holding, & transportation
We are skin  We sweat, we breathe We sing, we dance  We laugh, we love  But we are skin  Painted Exposed Vibrant  And soft  We are judged  Not by the likeness of heart 
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, 
What is wrong with a world
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.
Get up in the morning Straighten your hair Put on lipstick You can’t shop there   Your “suggestions” are the foundation of insecurity My mind corrupted by the way you think of me
I have seen my mother beaten, cursed, and mistreated. I have heard the cries of my younger brothers. I have felt heartbreaking disappointment; and I have witnessed the effects of non spirituality.
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,
Misunderstood, misconceived. Judgment by society. Look to me, what do you see? Silence unjustifiably.  
Being a student can be fun, but also crazy I can see the lifestyle creeping on students when they start to get lazy For me high school is a roller coaster It has its ups and downs but I make sure I never frown 
1) My makeup is never perfect but I post pictures when it looks good that day.2) My pictures are never straight because I have a crooked smile   and tilting the angle a little makes the bad angle of my front teeth go away.
Underneath the beating blanket of society, Underneath the glamour , and glitz, and cotton,
No Filter. More than just a recognizable hashtag on social media. Use this to prove a point?
When I was born, my father looked me in the eyes and could only manage the word, "wow" out of his dry lips, because he knew immediately that I was going to be a handfull.
No filter? Why do I need a filter? I’m pretty in sweats and a tee With no make up on And unkempt hair
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,
After 23 years, the eyes seen so much, trying to keep up in life, but its always in a rush. High School flew by, Undergrad did too, struggling to get by, while my bank account gave me the blues.
We all are born with no filterBloody, cold and scared,comforted by the maternal love,the one which loves with no conditions 
To my peers, I am the entertaining cynic To my family, I am the good-natured eldest To my teachers, I am the laziest of the top 10%
  Now starting back from when I was a young child, I endure
She polished my lens after she polished herself. 
When you look into the crowd She won’t stand out She’ll be in the background Watching, observing, learning no doubt   She doesn’t post pictures on Facebook or Instagram
do not tell anyone about your father's condition, my mother said,
Behind  the  brightest  smiles  are  the  darkest  secrets  
Society, today, is filled with bullies and hate, and with many different social media sites to help cyber fiends. People making fun of how we look or about our weight.  Boys and girls with acne who have only dreamed
I am the one you see Enveloped by darkness and loneliness The one you do not know the name of but swear you've seen her somewhere before   I am the one that clinges to the shadows
Blue eyes and auburn hair. Does anybody really care?
I look in the mirror And I am you
I don’t wear makeup, it’s true. I won’t cover my face with goo. It feels weird, and is such a task, but all the same, I wear a mask. What I hide behind it is not my face.
I used to form myself with the clay of others Building myself based of other people’s ideas I was a baby, with society as my mother   Now I face the reality If I go through life hiding behind a mask
lie your so casual, how you dance around in my mind finally tripping out my mouth like broken melody's  like shattered vowels cutting through my teeth where is your manners?
Who am I without all the “filters”? Well, sometimes I ask myself the same thing.. Optimistic, enthusiastic, and always eager. Some might even call me a stargazer.   But is that really who I am?  
I look in the mirror and what I see is me.   The socially anxious, self-criticizing, big dreamer that is me. A guy with high aspirations and strong morals but always thinks he’s wrong.
I choose to be Naked. First went my phone with a burst , my luminous guide darkened.
I am merely an average girl with a passion for fashion, Photography is life, And so are filters.   Realistically, I am a simple girl without filters, Or maybe, a beauty-queen who needs a little edit.
Society By: Claudia Hauslauer My young sister asked of me why all these models are so skinny. I had no choice but to reply this is what society wants us to be.
When I was young, the look of myself did not concern me, It was the look of the world around me that held my wandering eyes; It was the trees that swayed so gracefully in the wind
The laughs of my loved ones; The tears that fall into droplets on my pillow; The sigh of relief after a long day; The clap of an audience after a race; The magical sound of music coming from within;
Their made to torment us To lock us away
As soon as I see a filter I feel awful I need that filter for life. Am i lying? IM LYING. I dont want to lie. I want to be true to myself but how
I found out that life alone is filtered. We have our press or our pictures  flashed on every source of media. It isn't until the sun is gone,  tears find your cheeks, &
I'm like the girl from Frozen only I don't like the cold My whole body feels like it is going to explode I hide my shame with gloves and shaky reassurance Because all I seem to have left is endurance
The filter on right now is called "heading 3." I have the basic font on. To not live in the status quo means to have no filter. My name is Parker and I strive to live with no filter.  
She paints her face on in the morning  
Yang and Yin They struggle, they win. I am darkness, I am light. I am peace, I am might. Don't get me wrong I love But I don't know what's above Who keeps watch over us,
All dressed in white I reached my palms out To the frozen metal in front of me I feel the wrought iron and knotted steel Sterilized barbed wire This is not my first experience in a cage
My last pay check how will spend it?  I look at my last pay check I know I won't forget it.  Because it's my last check and thoughts of how to spend. 
For as long as i can remembe
Take my hand and walk with me
Take my hand and walk with me
I was me. I was shy, intoverted, and different. I was an outcast and a reject. I was the tomboy with no friends.   I am me. I am loving, compassionate, and beautiful.
I have never been one for finding myself.  
I am a small town girl who loves to learn. This sounds very cheesy, but it is true. I am Vietnamese, but would love to give the language of Spanish a turn. I am in college... Go Houston Coogs!
For so long I have lived with this filter. It has been so long, I no longer remember life without it. Right, wrong. Life, death. Good, evil. These are no longer choices that I can make on my own.
Who am I you ask who am I I am just like every teenager around us A teen with high and low goals  A teen struggling with the harsh reality of growing up A teen trying to succed 
Don't wear an upside down smile No matter what your life is worth while Take it from me, I lost my daddy But I refuse to let that terminate me Yes I miss him Yes it hurts
Sometimes I lie And sometimes cheat And sometimes I hide What makes me so me. I suck in my gut When I see a camera flash, I sit quietly in class And try not to make a splash.
    “You’re your worst critic, you know that?” my mother always tells me.
Where's the photoshop for reality? I look in the mirror and I'd not rather see me
Just little old me. I stand here before you, but there isn't much to see.   I stand, blinded by your magesty. Your glory and your beauty overwhelm me.   And I am nothing.  
One. These mirrors breed rebels: They remind me that I am everything TV says I shouldn't be.  
Filters. They create only what we want the world to see but without filters who will I be Will I be smiling and laughing with joy in my eyes, or will I be broken and lonely just wanting to cry
Who am I connected to at Christmas? What is Christmas?      The most wonderful time of the year      Season for blizzards and snow days      A special holiday for people
The past is always Whispering reminders and warnings, but we must also  Listen to the shouts of the present. The future remains silent.
These thoughts were better left unsaid, Residing deep within my head. But like a child sworn to keep A secret, the words slowly creep From my lips into the air. I chose a truth and did not dare
Freckles dance on my body, As my red hair sways in the wind. Patient and calm, Looking above to the sky. Quiet and observing, Towards everything around.   Excitement occurs,
Behind all the filters,  my pictures hold natural beauty. Behind the makeup and touch-ups, I have freckles that engulf my face. Behind the smiles, I hold back years worth of overcome struggles
What is it? Why is it? How? Lunar gone loony That Jamacian wants bacon My atlas is torn and all I can do is watch some porn and I slide---
See I have no filter, because I declare to be remembered,
A twisted family portrait this has become Weeds winding around my neck The very ones I planted Be cautious of what seeds you drop Within your spirit   But I'm surrounded every day
I am defined By society's boundaries. By my religion. By my standard of living. By my grade. By my age. By my gender.   But nobody sees What lies underneath.
Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is filled with a montage of shattering plates,bursting lightbulbs,smashing vases,
I walk with pride down the hallways of this hell hole they say the best moments of my lfe will fill I stride past the girls who will one day grow to be everything they think I am
Expression. What the hell is the point? Everything now is censored:
CheapHollowSomehow brokenYet still fragile I put on an air For all to seeYet box and stowThe Genuine me
Never was I confident High fructose corn syrup excess led to obesity in all its sense Crumbling of anything that is positive I pulled my tools from negatives to work on me with conciousness
I am just Me. I have stretch marks. I have scars. I have cuts. I have demons. I have lost. I have bruises. I have acne. I have fat. I have weird birthmarks.
Most of the time i am confused and  wonder which should i choice. So many choices it seems i cant relive stress. Im so focused on doing my best that i dont even do good on the test.
Little girl 6 years old
Snapped through a phone camera with auto-flash on
The beginning of us
“You look so pretty!”  Her f
don't tell Me how to act or who to be, how to act or what to see. I don't need anybody to control Me. instead I'll just be Me.   shy and fierce, wild and refined. quiet, crazy, loving.
If you could see the true me you'd see the broken girl you'd see the mask she stands behind thats been cracked so many times  you'd see the misery you'd see the heartache 
In the wind there’s a whisper, It speaks the truth but I choose not listen For it is not what I want to hear It bares the words that I have been running from my whole life The fear clutches in my throat
No cover up, just light
The hair dye The split ends The glasses The makeup Caked on to bad skin are just a small part of The person I am   The quiet reserved and serious I display
House #1  I don’t remember House #1.  My mom told me it was an apartment in Santa Monica.  Babies are happy anywhere.  House #2
I am a member of a judgemental society who believes that beauty is the underlying cause to happiness but when a beautiful woman tries to further her happiness with education
T is what they cal