Pink! Who do I want them to see?
The pretty me
The colorful me
The me I want to be.
Quick!
Take a pic…
Or maybe 26!
Purple! What do I want them to see?
The thin me
The popular me
The vibrant me I want to be.
# Hashtag. #
Red flag
Humble brag
Gray. No one wants to see reality
The tired me
The drab me
The me that’s really me.
Filter it!
Make it fit!
Counterfeit.
Brown. Baggage is weighing on me
Aging me
Muted me
Afraid to truly be.
Bring the bling!
Glitter that thing!
Make the imposter sing.
Blue. Could anyone love real me?
Baggy-eyed me
Overweight me
The dull me the mirror does see.
Fear
Insincere
Shed a tear.
Take away the cover-ups.
Reveal me
Expose me
Show the me I’m meant to be.
Brave!
Don’t be a slave!
Vivid me, I crave.
About the Creator
Linda Hatfield
A storyteller who acts as a librarian/college professor/advisor at a small, private, liberal arts university in order to eat. I love to write poetry and stories of all kinds to feed my soul.
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