I watch them playing outside from our window. They laugh, smile and enjoy together. I see how happy they are from their eyes. I wonder how can they do that? How can they smile easily? Should I play with them? But would they like me tho? My mother help me to connect with them so I'm in. They play with me and I enjoy. But I was confused when they ask me why I have a curly hair, dark skin, and fat body, is that wrong? Is something's wrong with me? I spend a lot of nights thinking what and why's till I realize even my own family pointing it out to me.
"You're getting fatter" "You should clean your body well" "Always comb your hair" "don't eat too much"
I mean I do those, I really did but what I am going to do when this is me? Am I born to be hate and disgust?
A five year's old girl asking god, "why am I ugly and they're not? do u hate me too?"
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Maybe I'm not a Human. (SHADOWS)
Non-FictionHave you ever ask who you are? Have you ever feel different? What's the purpose? Why you exist?
