HOW MY YESTERDAY RIDE WENT

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Yesterday before noon
I'm still in Maragondon.
Two adults come near me,
They said give me coin.
I be like,they can't work?
what's going on?
I refuse to give,
preferred to move on

It's already 12 when I
and my sister ride a bus,
I pray for a ride,it was fast
We has arrived at naic, it's like flash
A boy approach me,he don't have mask

I am guessing,What he trynna say?
How should I act,what he would tell?
He didn't say a thing but beg,
I guess he want some money to eat

Again, I refuse to give something,
I saw where he give,the money he collects
He give it to a woman with blond curly hair
They have tons of coins,
guess it's his mother

The bus has started to ride again
I am Dizzy,can feel a migraine starting
I am trying to ignore as well this feeling
"What if I puke" that keeps on lingering

I guess I should just sleep,
This will not make me feel sick
I temporarily close my one eye
Until one person stand up in the aisle

He introduced himself
that he's not a bad person
He just wants some money for a reason
He said he needs help for his child
It has tumor,no money for operation,
it will die

He said he is a construction worker
He said the operation,will be'5pm today'
Should I believe him,or he's just a pretender
I have trust issues, guess
his emotions are scripted

After the man disappear at my sight
I'm thinking,are my decisions right?
What if they really are true?
If you're in the situation, would you?

We just arrived at the zapote street
We just need to walk to ride a jeep
After walking in a few minutes
In front of stores I saw beggar,asleep

The chauffeur calling passengers
'Til the jeep start the ride to town center
I saw the Perpetual University
I saw how people suffer from poverty

When we're close to our destination
I saw someone who's wierd
in my field of vision
She's a person just walking around
I guess she has the right mind

In jeep, I'm in the corner close to the door
Because I love observing others behavior
I'm too scared that she might wrest
Her feet twice attempted to step in
I breathe a sigh of relief,the jeep started

After a minute,a boy suddenly climb up
Immediately give passengers envelope
It has a message on it
"I'm a badjao begging for help
Asking money for me to eat"

Badjao means man of the seas
It's not the same how other people sees
But for me,they really are the seafarer
Sailing in every corner, really a survivor

At the moment, he collected the envelopes
He looks so disappointed on what he got
Empty envelopes and aren't even touched
He got off, I don't see any traces of smile

He was followed by another beggar
A man who has a mini drums
First, he also gives envelopes
Then tap his drums,playin alone

He is sitting next to me
He also has hight pitch whistle
I can hear the sound loudly
I can't stand the sound he produces

The envelope was already collected
Passengers are not too impressed
They don't even pay attention
Few people just give him a coin

We finally arrived to our destination
I enjoyed my trip,there is no occasion
After hours of my exploration
It's already time go home

We already climb up to overpass
Waiting another jeepney to stop
As I pray,We immediately got one
I immediately give our fare for the ride

After a minute,A family climb up
The mother has a cover
in her face except eyes
Her son and her husband don't have
I can feel them,they
shouldn't feel uncomfortable,
Stop discriminating Muslim people

We're already in the terminal of buses
I can feel my throat drying,I need water
We planned to buy cause we're really thirsty
But Chauffeur said,bus is leaving
In about two minutes

After two minutes,the bus started
The Bus is full of different strangers
The bus conductor is already collecting fare
I give one one hundred and two fifties

My sister and I still waiting for a change
When I ask the bus conductor it said,
You just give one hundred fifty,
it's just the exact fare
I'm thinking that he is not right,it isn't fair

After discussing it to my sister
I approach him again,
said I totally give two hundreds
He didn't say a thing and gave my fifty

I have my realization,
I have different questions.
Did I do the right or the wrong thing?
Will I regret not giving anything?
Are every person I faced has purposes?
Will I face different consequences?

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