Behind this door I saw a being mythical to me With the most beautiful eyes Baby blue Almost blurred.
Behind this door I felt inexplicable feelings. Curiosity as I held this knob Stilly I briefly opened the door Afraid of alerting that being. Her Who had to see her son As her brother. Her That I almost know nothing about.
Just like a legend Unbelievable until you see. Hidden behind this door Afraid to scare the fairy away Thanks to that existence I’m able to breathe Yet I’m nonexistent in her life.
I’m only twelve Why? Why is it hard to understand? I’ve been given a great chance To at least see her From afar Yet why am I so greedy…
Behind this door I met my other self This envious being Of those close to her Of those who can hug her Of those who can be patted by her Of those who can be praised by her Of those who can sit next to her.
Envy Since I don’t share any traits with her. She’s like a royal pearl I’m but chocolate milk. Her wide baby blue eyes Against my slanted hazy eyes.
Nothing seems to link me to her That beautiful being Only this invisible red thing That flows in my being.
Behind this door I was astonished To the point of crying I felt the hidden longing At least a warm hug At least to be acknowledged At least to feel my existence. At least…
That was my first and last Encounter with my grandmother Behind this door Quietly admiring her That fairy that can not see But only hear That fairy That never knew my existence Yet she is engraved in mine…
I guess I knew But I shut my eyes I’ve imagined every excuse You could think of But never the color Never the heritage Never the roots of it all.
Thinking back There was a time When I lived at a small town I was but seven And fascinated with magic Funny enough A family of five Came into town.
They were witches The grownups said They might put a spell on ya They said and with that Voiced barriers were made.
But I wanted to learn magic Due to circumstances I wanted to cast a spell And protect myself. I wanted to be invisible To the masked people. So either I died trying Or never be able to.
And yes A magic spell was cast “Friendship” The most beautiful there was. I learned so many things But never magic. Sometimes I was invisible to some people Since they thought I was stained Which didn’t really matter Since I was having other Much more troubling affairs At that time.
I once asked them Why is everyone saying You all are witches and yet You all don’t know any magic? Antonio’s mom answered With a pained smile “Well, it just came to be that way.” I couldn’t understand why She answered that way.
In fact I couldn’t understand How his dad was always Looking for a job He often was fired After a week or two of getting hired.
He was a loving father He never drank I never saw him raise his voice He could do just about anything. In my eyes, he was such a good guy I just couldn’t understand it.
After a year They left town I never saw them again.
I didn’t get it back then They were having a hard time coping Getting acknowledged despite their looks They barely had money for food Yet they always invited me To whatever they had in the table.
Why was I so naive back then? Why didn’t I see the injustice? Why did I shut my eyes?