I am oatmeal with two tablespoons of sugar topped with a strawberry freshly sliced, thin enough to slip between my lips and slide down my throat without me having to chew I am trying my best not to spit out seeds.
I am a pair of faded shorts a charcoal cotton sweater an ugly red scarf and a pair of frayed black Toms, but sometimes I am a vintage dress or camouflage pants, and some days I am a string of pearls I am still trying to find the perfect shoes.
I am a Philippine history book repeating the same mistakes refusing to learn from those who now kiss cool marble but there are days when I take three steps forward where I see they took one step back. I am trying to scrape off towers to read the letters our grandfathers wrote in the dirt.
I am a missing pencil that drew lines and traced figures under the bed and wrote stories of empty seats being filled and now that the fountain pens have dried up I've been found. I am scared, but I am giving until my lead runs out.
I am a fervent prayer longing for redemption to win and for the fighting to end please, I just want to see hearts beating to the rhythm of the stars being breathed into place I am hope, or I am trying to be, I am trying to be a lot of other things still testing, still throwing, still keeping.
But most of all, I am still the choices I make and maybe tomorrow I'll have some rice and tapa and a lightly salted sunny side up instead of oatmeal and I promise, I won't be spitting out any seeds.
Tapa is a Filipino dish-- beef marinated in soy sauce and garlic and then fried. It's normally served with rice, fried egg, and vinegar.