MOONWAKE | Fiorela Dedja

No winner in a world of losers

There's no winner in a world of losers. That's our destiny.
We must see life in black and white. There's no flowers for us, no cherry on top of the cake, we don't know hope, we don't know laughter and neither colors.
All we know is pain, poverty and how to sleep with empty stomachs. This is us. We're always pointed at as the losers. The children of evil. No winner.

I was staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was lost in thoughts and luckily I was alone because the other girls were outside, doing something... probably getting on a fight, doing drugs, i don't know, but it surely was something bad.

What had i done to deserve this?

My greasy brown hair that hadn't been washed in days, was falling in my forehead and covering my eyes. I moved the hair with my hand and saw them. Oh, those eyes! Only tears they knew! They had seen so much... Numerous traumatic stories, things I can't even explain, things that kids can't imagine and which also make adults cry. But that was it and i had somehow learned to be cool with that.
My eyes, they didn't know any colors even if they were deep blue, they didn't know hope even if they wanted to.

And for my lips ... oh, they didn't know what smiles were, they had said so many words that had hurt others, screamed and broken hearts but it wasn't their fault. This is how they learned to live ...