As mom finally took Choco and me to the hospital, I met a small peculiar guy and decided to try to boom a conversation with him.
"Hi! My name is Carla, nice to meet you," I introduced myself.
"I am Buddah, reason: My best friend got hit by a car yesterday, and I didn't get notified until today!" Buddah introduced.
"Same, except my sibling," I explained, "Who's that girl beside you?"
"Kalinda," He said, "Don't try to see anything special in her, she's already the favorite."
"I see a specialty in both of you! Buddah, your denim jacket looks great on you!" -I turned around to Kalinda-"I love your sparkly dark blue dress!"
Buddah had black hair and was wearing a black denim jacket with a regular grey t-shirt and jean overalls. He had a special item, cowboy boots. Meanwhile, Kalinda had a pastel pink jewel bracelet and necklace (they both played games!), a blue rose hair hook, and wore her hair loose with a half ponytail. She wore a dark blue dress and around the waist some navy blue roses. Her dress reaches to her knees, she has navy blue short heels.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Me? 15. Her? 26. But my mom? 40 years old, See what I mean?" He asked.
"She had Kalinda when she was only 14?" I gasped, "And you when she was 25?"
"Yeah... 25 is an okay age," He said.
"But 14!?" He didn't seem worried, rather used to it.
"Kalinda is pregnant right now with twin girls, she says she will call them Alicia and Catri, but I think those are terrible names," He said.
"Those names are unique for her baby girls!" I argued, Kalinda beside me nodded and started crying, I turned to face her, "Kalinda? Are you okay?"
"My... husband Trevor. He...he wants me to do an abortion, he isn't ready to be a father," Then the doctor came out from the lab.
"Then leave 'im and be a single mother! Look at me! My husband left me when I was pregnant at yo age and now I have a beautiful daughter named Julia and a wonderful son named Zack! And I am still single, and I'm doing great! They love me," She said, using a funny accent. The room burst into laughter, "Yeah, that's the right baby! I've made it by myself! Don't need no one."
"Don't need yo child support!" Burst another one.
"Or yo assistance!" Said another one.
"Or yo existence!" Buddah said, looking directly at Kalinda. Kalinda, flushed with embarrassment, retreated out of the room.
"Or ya baby noodles!" I screamed.
"Or ya lips touching mine! Making'em feel juicy. You got that wrong, my man," A doctor clapped, "Woman, it ain't the end of the world if a divorce happens if cheating happens if love ain't existent in yo line! You, girls, gotta learn, be tougher! Woman thrive! Man drive! Earth apart! Woman dart while men just fart in the hallway in woman's way! Who's with me?" The room cheered, including me, "No people, you gotta learn! Jesus has sent you'll down here to make action! Not to drown in tears for a bad reaction... All men's ears hurt after all yo tears! While women fall shredded and light-headed! Aren't I right? Monsieur Esei? My ex-husband who is sitting in this room right now with a perfect headband with a bomb that will do, 'boom'!" The ex-husband nodded and quickly retreated, too. I wanted to stay and observe these women fight.
"You deserve delegation!" I cheered.
"Now I ain't done lil one!" She cheered, "Women cheered for cheerleaders, while men pretended to be leaders! Now, listen up woman and little woman, are you got a man to defeat you? I know nowadays it may seem tough to fight, and innocence is the key ladies, but no option? Then stomption, you gotta kick'em everywhere where it hurts! Ya, hear me? Tear me apart, I ain't afraid to fight you through the night, alright?"
"Pretty good with rhymes and inspirational motivation! My body's attracted to your speech because women's rights go through the beach and the world! Sorrow and sad, throw that tad feeling away! Dump it, dig it, stomp it," -Stopped for a second "You're the man... but I got the (I got the), I got the power!" I spoke.
"Pretty well done lil one! May I continue as I talk about revenue?" She asked respectfully.
"Sure, future queen teen!" I said I had rhymed all 4 words.
"Very well," She breathed, "Innocence is the key, as repeated before, a treatment bound to happen, or the sound of a pen won't enter my ears like a tent! That's right, women, don't give up! Because soon enough, revoked and revolved, dizzy and fuzzy, thirsty and nasty, you will succeed like this small seed over here! Who grew happily like a lily! Now, are you willing to fight tonight to make this game your name!?"
"Yes!" They cheered.
"Yes, for the bees! For women, for fights, for throwaways, stowaways, sorrow ways, future of the surveillance maintenance!" I clapped hard.
