||[Nov. 11th, 2012|01:34 am]
|||||Punching in a Dream~The Naked and the Famous ||]|
“You’re maganda,” he said. Maganda? What about me is ‘maganda’?
Is it my heart that has broken a thousands times after realizing I’ve been disenfranchised since birth? My mind that has suffered confusion over being torn between two cultures and has faced rejection from both?
Is it my facial features like almond eyes and a flat nose that have given me an ‘exotic’ look but are only visible reminders that I am and will always be thought of as ‘other’? My body that has been bruised and beaten by those who saw me as subhuman and whose fear and hatred against anything foreign drove and pushed them to punish me for being different?
Is it my voice that represents individuals like my mixed ancestors who have been marginalized throughout history and has been suppressed by acts of prejudice and racism? Or even my soul and the oppression it has encountered as an innocent victim to adversity?
How could he see beauty when all I could see in myself was pain? Maybe someday I’ll have the strength to see what he sees and maybe someday ‘maganda’ will be an understatement.