U were there with ur friends. Another Friday night, was it? At the opposite side… Can I cross the road? Perhaps, not. It was off limits for me. I remembered those days when I was in. It made me happy and I am grateful to God that I found new acquaintances. As innocent as ever, in my mind I believed to find new friends to laugh, share and talk with. I was being me… it was not for the show… I am not in for the praises. I am being me and dressed up as me.
Moreover, I knew something was not right. I knew it!!! I was true and I enjoyed hanging around only to uncover that I don’t belong. I am never welcomed even from the beginning… my gender? my race? my faith? my looks? It was foolish pf me to believe then that I possibly and truly found new friends to find joys of that moment… I am nothing but a laughingstuff… a joke…. Do u think that I can be like other girls u know?
U don’t know me because u kicked me before giving me that chance… U only thought I am faking it… Yeah, I am miserable and weak as shown… It’s true for u but not to those people in my past who knew me very well….
Absentmindedly looking at Mac desktop, my two-year old niece approached me saying “Papa, Ate Viv..Papa!” Then, she placed her prince charming toy on my chest. Papa Prince Charming indeed! Magdilang-anghel ka sana, little angel…. carrier of the message from heavens… there’s always a Prince Charming in my heart? Will u let me cross? Can I cross the road, my beloved?