BAD OPTICS… no filter.” (Lights off.) Front-cam lie got you chasing a ghost, Shave off the edges for a flattering post. You crop your soul, then caption a boast, Self-love talk while you hate the most. Pores like stars, let ‘em breathe, Freckles like maps, let me read. Scars spell “lived,” not “delete,” I want a person, not a plastic sheet. Shake off the blur, break off the brace, Beauty ain’t locked in a Photoshop case. If real feels raw, that’s still grace, Give me the laugh lines, give me the face. Unfiltered—show me skin, Show me laugh lines, where you been. Perfect’s plastic; flaws can win, Turn that blur off—let me in. Angles on angles like a magic trick, Neck at a tilt till your spine go sick. Gospel of gloss with a toxic pick, Mirror say love, app say “fix.” I’m not your judge, I’m your crew, Everything shiny ain’t gotta be new. Keep what you needed to get you through— Now breathe in the mirror till it tells the truth. Shake off the blur, break off the brace, Beauty ain’t locked in a Photoshop case. If real feels raw, that’s still grace, Give me the laugh lines, give me the face. Unfiltered—show me skin, Show me laugh lines, where you been. Perfect’s plastic; flaws can win, Turn that blur off—let me in. No more blur! (Off!) Own that face! (Now!) We want you! (You!) Not that mask! (Down!) We shine in dents, we glow in cracks, We dance in clothes that never match. If love is true, it won’t subtract— Keep your whole and keep it stacked. Unfiltered—show me skin, Show me laugh lines, where you been. Perfect’s plastic; flaws can win, Turn that blur off—let me in. Camera honest, soul intact.
