NoFliterSlam
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You can tell me what to wear,
Casual converse, lipstick, hoody,
I don't care--
I will be me.
You can tell me how to walk,
Straiten my back,
Like it's a rod,
I'll still be me.
Natrual beauty is what I favor
Foundation hides my outside beauty spotlight
Mascara covers my lashes in a sticky maneuver
Blush conceals my dimples from sight
I will still be Beautiful inside and out
My hair is too curly
So I straighten it
The light washes me out
So I dim it
I put on my makeup
And strike my pose
Bet you'll never see the real me
Under these fake clothes
Eyes hold lies
Ears hold lies
It is not only the mouth that holds lies
Whatever you're seeing is wrong, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
Whatever you're hearing is wrong, YOU'RE WORTHY
I stay the same underneath,
What my selfie seems to be.
Whether on or offline
My smile stays the same.
I am the player,
And Instagram's the game.
Underneath the clothes and shining light.
I listen to the same music
Over and over
I must be insane
I listen to the sounds of smiles
Echos of a multitude of factors
Footsteps on old, tough stairs
Who am I? I'm no one
I'm someone, that no one sees
I'm outgoing
And I'm "here"
So why do I feel invisable?
Because my name isn't my name
My face doesn't look how it should
She sits and wonders to herself,
How she wishes she were someone else.
Her hair as flat as books she reads
And eyes the shade of polluted seas.
Turns on the computer and there she finds
She may not be the very definition of beauty but her self-restrained chaos unravels all connotations of the word.
She’s more than a number, more than a status.
In a world of never ending can’ts, won’ts, shouldn’ts,
What is a filter?
A thing to hide behind?
A painted on disguise?
To attract the guys
The world we live in we have to try so hard to fit in
I can not pretend
So maybe that's why I don't fit in
Who am I, a broken clock,
Who rings a bell and says tick-tock
Amidst the glorious choir sing
And silent, stay what they would bring.
No repair for many years,
'Twas I who broke the seamless gears.
With #nofilter
I am a human
A contender of life
A mess of flesh and chemicals
Flowing constantly.
Only Certain
To follow instinct
Or change the instinct
When you take away all the fake smiles and forced laughs
Take away all things that I've conviced myself that I am
Your left with a girl
The first ones to learn, the first ones to go
The oldest children are the first to know
The American dream, enticingly close
To our immigrant families who love us most
