Unfiltered
Unfiltered
You want me unfiltered? You got it.
Plastering on a closed smile, as much as it needs fixing open.
The fact is, I can’t afford that Hollywood grin with two new front teeth.
Paying for every appointment, week by week, or month by month.
It’ll be a lot from the jump.
My mind’s a swirl of emotions,
Feeling tired beyond comprehension, I’m not joking.
I don’t know what this poem is,
Except unapologetically me.
Copyright © Rachel Rhymes | Year Posted 2026
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