DEAR DIARY, by Rebelde b

Dad came home earlier tonight
He hugged us all
Gave mom a kiss
He said his life loses meaning
Without the three of us
We all laughed and talked
Like never before
It lasted ’til sunrise
Then it was all gone
Like a fairy tale
Where witches don’t get to play their role

Mom woke up on time this morning
She wore something elegant
And visited my school
When she entered the classroom
Everyone admired me
For having such a mother to look up to
Through the whole play
She encouraged her ugly duckling
To show her true colors
Even when everything is blue
Her aura of confidence
Encircled my being
She showed me I can shine
Just like she used to

Damien didn’t bring his razor today
He went out after school
And had a good time with his friends
Fully dressed in bright tight clothing
Yet nobody cared that he is gay
For once in his life he didn’t feel lonely
His dad wasn’t a drunk
His mom wasn’t a whore
He didn’t have to go home crying
All in bruises, clothes tattered and torn

I was a good girl this week
I didn’t drink, I didn’t smoke
And I’m starting to eat
Today I felt confident enough
To look in a mirror
My cheeks were more rosy
The future didn’t seem so bleak
Can you believe, dear diary,
that I gained some weight
I’m getting more sleep
and my hair looks fine?
I’m looking forward to changing myself
The results will show within time

~Dear Diary, by Rebelde b
“Everybody should be equal. I am so tired of having to live up to the expectations of a world that doesn’t live up to mine. Being different is not a sin and people should be proud of their diversity instead of wishing they were dead.”