sunday morning
with messy hair and a shirt that exposes my rib cage
I started to pace the way out to EDSA
an obvoius sight that I just came out from my bed
the brilliant sun rays kisses my pale skin as I greet him with a smile
and people looked at me like they have never seen me before me
I learned that as you go, the less you are concern on how will the people think about you and less you
conform to the rules of society that I deligently obeyed in the past, now i am free to do what I want
without me caring the minds of people around me,
their peircing eyes can no longer hurt me, their words can no longer cause any wounds in my dignity,
I am free,
And I can do whatever I want to do without the society teaching me what to do,
Im not a deviant,
but a phonex that will fly into the sky in my own free will,
with my messy hair and shirt that will expose even my nipples,
I can walk to edsa without me caring the minds of people that I will meet in the street.
