Guy at Deep Space

          “Because you’re stubborn,” I replied.           And you really are. I couldn’t control myself to be mad. Since in the first place and time, I am very good to you. I adopted you, I fed you. If you just wanted to take a bath, I douche you surely.           However, you changed gradually. You ate all the food I served you then but after all of those good times, you refused all even your favorite fish and meal. They said, if you touch me with your tail while I am eating, you are trying to say that we are family for you. But I am in doubt. Why do you only touch me in the dining table? Are you a food digger? And why do you take for granted the affection I am showing for you?           I think you are also natural dementia patient because you keep on forgetting me just after 24 hours we didn’t see each other. One more, when you give birth, you carry your children to wherever place you wanted. You are being choosy.   You dream so big. Your boss has the right if you could

If I will be given a chance, To prove and lead their ignorance, What is the best act to be done, Go, live in the scorching sun? The branches grouped out the furnace, Will be sowed and saw in the surface, The twigs fall which make the bell rings, Cannot make their lives live with sings. Your man and woman on the land, As well as kinsmen, dwell with them, As a brother, do the alter, As a sister, don’t go under. Singing with no reminiscence, Triumphs and fails has no presence, Not aware of your barrenness, Yet, you produce own happiness. © 2017

When the exulting rainbow                 begins to mourn you, And the smiling sun cries     in all the world who lives is you, When its tears flooded the mountains          and the roof and the surfaces, Sprained, strained, let not colors                  scarce the faces. When you found out yourself               in the brink of giving up, For the sweat has no cloth               nor the hair has a cut, Let not yourself without a feat and go, Consider the posterity you’re tasked to. When aftermath comes, be not too fast,                  be not too high, Don’t strut, don’t boast with a mock sigh, Live not as if it’s done through, Though soul end not after jubilation           nor affliction nor the next you. © 2017

                    But I am really experiencing difficult times now. He is not being reasonable in his actions. My genital was very exhausted in having sex that is a requirement in his subject. We’re not human if he considers us. He may be in thought that we are breathless, not capable of having feelings. How many children I already have to upbring since we have conceived in the first sex? I do not smoke nor do I drink, I don’t have health-damaging habits. I am exerting great deal of efforts in order to make the baby genius, to make him handsome or beautiful.                    But there are still lackings whenever we show the number of infants made. From his words, he does not want dark- or brown-skinned baby, a baby that seems to have a flat nose, a baby who looks like fool, a crybaby, a very cheerful one, a baby who refuses his arms. But why can’t he understand our reasons? Why can’t he consider the nanomistakes we have? Why does he seek things we can give impossibly?      

  Ever since I ’ m capable of gaining memories, I always hear stories from companions on how their childhood days were. These were stories telling the terror parents rearing and disciplining their children through physical punishment, most of it was hitting that is also prevalent to teachers in some schools of some countries. It wasn ’ t my experience but I remember vividly how they describe how long, how wide, and how thick that rod is and how frequent they have had experienced it. Companions said that even sometimes, they were hit by hangers, ropes, sticks and hands of their parents. They were not only being whipped, their parents also slap them, spank them, scald them, and whop them. On the other hand, there’s hearsay that if a parent hit his or her child, he or she is showing a sign of love and care because accordingly, only insane would hit their children without any good reason. So if these parents who hit their children aren ’ t insane, what is this good reason behind