*kicks the door in*
“I swear man, I didn’t do anything”. He said as they dragged him in through the door.
“That’s him boss, he won’t talk but we found the gun in his coat”. The man holding his arm on the right as he threw the gun on the floor. The flickering dim light give it a dirty yellow glare.
“According to this tour guide right here, there’s about 10 million people in this city and out all of those folks you chose to steal from my little girl”. The big man said as he gently put the pamphlet on his desk as he firmly got up from his big chair.
“It wasn’t me man I swear, you got the wrong guy”. He said as he tries to open his swollen eyes to look at the big man.
“Oh cut the crap kid. I know you live with your ‘grannie’ in 7 and 8th. I also know lil’ Jon got you the gun last sunday.” the big man say as he approached him slowly.
“Kay, okay. I am sorry. I didn’t know she was your kid I swear. Please leave my grannie out of this”. He says as he begins to tremble from seeing the creepy smile the tall men holding his had on their faces.
“Oh, we way past that level son. From now on, your shitty live is about to get from bad to worst”. The big man said as he stood in from of him pulling out what seemed to be his end.
I always saw a lot of people falling in love,
I always witnessed how they feel and how they act,
But something is telling me, those people were not meant to be
And after months, they will end up heartedly.
I always saw a lot of people showing their love,
In a public, you might think they good enough
But after so many years, you just know that they broke up
And shrink in a way to a broken heart
Cause Love is not about how long the two of you
Being together is not a way you should know
Cause young love is so strong but as the time goes on
You just suddenly know that both of you move on
Your feelings are not a base to know if someone made for you
You need to trust what’s your heart is telling you
Because even how good a relationship was
There is always an ending in the end
Maybe you never made to be lovers but to be friends
I always saw a lot of relationship falling apart
Because of differences and really bad fights
Some handle it perfectly, but some not
And that what makes it sadder.
Cause Love is not about how long the two of you
Living together is not a way you should know
Cause young love is so strong but as the time goes on
You just suddenly know that both of you move on
Your judgement is not a base if someone made for you
You need to trust what’s your mind is telling you
Because even how good a person was
There is always a bad attitude lurking around
Maybe you just meant to feel that way, or maybe there’s better someone
Either way just be happy cause your journey has just begun
For them, Marcelina’s beauty was no match than anyone in their town ever been. She was an innocent, naive, sweet and graceful woman who was always been looked up to and been envied by most women. When you see Marcela, you see perfection. All the way from top to bottom, you can never see a single mistake. Even on her face, on her arms and on her legs, she’s as gorgeous as she ever was. She was flawless as the white silk dress she’s always wearing. She has a brunette hair, blue eyes and enchanting smile with her pale skin. No wonder that any man from another town would come to visit her and brought her the rarest flowers and precious gifts just to hear her sweet “yes”.
Marcelina rejected them all for she cannot force herself to love someone she can’t. One of the things she always said to her mom whenever she’s pushing her to dress up for an eligible man was, “No matter what kind of man he was, if I cannot love him, then he’s not worth to be my husband.”
Her mom would stay up silent and just leave the room full of discontentment and vex to her daughter. Her mom’s concern was for her to marry a man who can provide her with anything she needed as her beloved father might die soon and his younger brother might inherit the state they were leaving in. Nothing left for Marcela but the pettiness of her brother to stay in the house with her nieces and nephews if she would not marry, and as always as her mother reminded her of such, Marcela has always another plan.
It wasn’t until the spring was the blooming flowers started to grow that Marcela decided to pick one of the tulips into her mother’s backyard. She’s humming one of the songs that her mom taught to her and to her brother, Marcus, as she was giggling with amusement to herself. Not sooner than that, Marcela noticed a young man, a man with beauty and composure. He was looking directly into the young lad’s eyes that she suddenly felt the rush of different emotions spreading through her veins. Her heart pumped faster that she mistook it for the coffee she drank this morning. The man was ten feet away from their yard and he seemed really mesmerized by her beauty. He smiled at her and she shyly turned around hoping he never take notice of her dumb expression.
She entered the house and met her mom who was cooking roasted chicken and rose salad as her gaze turns towards her.
“What happened to your face, Marcy? Is the spring heat burns your skin?”
“Aye, mama. I was just having a nervous attack because of the coffee I drink this morning. It affects the bump of my blood.”
Her mother just looks at her with the mix of a doubt and anxiousness but she never asked any further.
That night, Mrs. Jones, their closest neighbor invited them for a dinner because Marcelina’s mom cannot attend as she was taking care of her sick father. Marcelina and Marcus went on their behalf. She was surprised to see a number of foods and wines on the table in a classy manner. Mrs. Jones was rich yet very kind. She has no son and her husband was long dead. She’d been in Mrs. Jones house a couple of times even before her husband died. She was a motherly old young lady who was always generous of her neighbors who offers neighborhood kids sweets and cookies.
Marcelina dressed up as her mom told her so. There were a number of guests. Most of them were her neighbors but some were people she didn’t know. After a few dances, she’d exchange with Daniel, her best friend, and Mr. Fredrick, her longtime suitor, Mrs. Jones invited them for a dinner.
It was then that she noticed the man she saw earlier. His stunning green eyes, strong jaws, and dirty blonde hair stood out. Mrs. Jones called out her name and introduced her to him.
“Oh Marcelina, the most stunning woman I’d ever seen! Come.” said the old lady as she gesturing her to come and sit beside her. “Mr. Robin, I’d like you to meet her. Marcy, this is Mr. Austin Robin, my grandson from my niece. He’s 21 and a sailor and Mr. Robin, this is Marcelina Sanchez, the most enchanting and the most graceful woman I’d ever met.” Mrs. Jones laughed hysterically before she continued to say, “She’s just 19.”
The young man just smiled while they both bowed down their head.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Marcy.”
After that, a spark flew between each other’s eyes that neither of them ever controlled. He is charming indeed and very gentlemanly. It wasn’t long before the announcer announced a new dance that Mr. Robin asked her hand.
They dance for about an hour before saying goodbye. Mr. Robin brought her to their home as Marcus left the ballroom earlier that night, and proceed to invite her for a walk tomorrow morning.
The next day, Mr. Robin showed up at the door wearing a formal shirt and a fishing equipment. They spend the whole morning talking about each childhood memories until he begun to question her for her first love. Marcelina blush as she never expected him to ask such a bold question. She answered him gracefully.
“I never had a kiss before or make love to someone else,” she laughs shyly.
“I stick into my standard as to whom I will give myself into.”
Mr. Robin smiled and told her, “You’re very innocent but a very tough woman indeed. You have principles!” he exclaimed as she was a little bit embarrassed about his remarks. It wasn’t sooner or later that the two of them begun a close relationship.
Springtime was over and so the summer begins. As the heat of the sun arises so Marcelina and Mr. Robin’s adoration for each other. It wasn’t until the beginning of fall that the two of them make love under the oak tree they used to go with when they were gone fishing. Her mom and her father were all on good terms with him as well as Mrs. Jones.
That night was full of passion and Mr. Robin made sure her first time doesn’t hurt that much. He kissed her so softly down to her neck and to the most sensitive part of her body. He made love to her as if there were no tomorrow, promising that he won’t leave her side.
The next morning, Mr. Robin never came to visit her. She began to freak out but her mom comforted her by telling her that it was just all right as maybe Mr. Robin was just busy with his job as a businessman who always does his traveling. It wasn’t until two nights later that she found out Mr. Robin was gone for good. He never said a thing or two to Mrs. Jones and he neither said goodbye to her or even to her family.
She was completely devastated and broken-hearted about the news. She could not believe that Mr. Robin would be made this far as to scrutinize her feminine gender. She was so naive and indeed a fool about all his good intentions when all he wants was to sleep with her. She cried all alone into her room as her mother tried to comfort her. No one knows that she wasn’t pure anymore; except for herself and the man she hated the most.
Winter came and she hasn’t heard any news from the infamous man. She also began experiencing vomiting and hasn’t had her red days for at least two months. It was then that her mom began suspecting her of a possible pregnancy. She talked to her one night.
“When you began losing your appetite as Mr. Robin was gone, I let it passed as I understand how heartbreaking it was for you. But when you started vomiting every food that I’ve set on the table, I began suspecting something else.”
Mrs. Sanchez old expression hasn’t changed but you can see in her eyes the frustration she had dealt with in the past few days.
“Tell me, Marcy, did you sleep with Mr. Robin the night you went out with him? Before the day he left with no trace?”
Marcelina became stiff and she cannot control her eyes. She started crying as she cannot utter a single word to her mother. Her mother came forward to hug her so tight, whispering in a mumbling voice while she was crying.
“I knew it, that bastard. I knew it, poor Marcelina. Oh! My poor, poor Marcelina.”
She knew that she cannot hide the truth to all her neighbors. Soon they will know the truth-her father, her brother, Mrs. Jones and to all those people who look up at her back then. All they could see was a rubbish woman who lost her purity from a man and impregnated her with his child without even looking back. She was now a not so perfect woman. She will be mocked by their town. She will be called dirty and stupid for giving up the only treasure she ever has to offer to her future husband. Her mom was still tight lip about the whole situation. No sooner than that, her baby bump will grow and so the sizes of the dress she’ll be wearing. She was afraid of what will be going to happen. She was afraid of the future of her child.
To make the matter worst, she received a letter from Mr. Robin telling her how sorry he was for not saying goodbye. He was getting married in the spring to his longtime friend, the woman he cannot forget even if he stayed by Marcelina’s side for almost a year. He was rejected back then by Sophia so he thought that going to his grandma would ease the pain. It wasn’t until they made love that he finally realized who he truly loves. He went back to the town and only to find she was still waiting for him and confess his undying love to her. She was three months pregnant the same exact as her. He told her through a letter that he will give a quarter of his money with her as an apology gift for taking down her purity. Marcelina shook when she reads the letter.
She felt so weak and it wasn’t as much pain as the day Mr. Robin left. It was much worse than it really was. She shut down all her door and as the people of their town soon realized that she was pregnant, the horrible expectation started. Her mom sent her away from the town with Mr. Robin’s money. She gave birth to a baby after the end of summer. She was healthy and has a brunette hair like her mother. She named her Aubrey as a remembrance of all the memories she had with the baby’s father. She has no plan to tell him about everything. She has no plan to tell him what really happened. She didn’t have to but she knew someday her daughter will start questioning her of her lineage. At least, at those times, she won’t cry and stumble when she will meet Mr. Robin. His name alone made her feel sick out of her stomach. She may be lost her virginity to a man who never loves her at the first place but she soon found the purity of love she never has with anyone in her life. The pure unbounded love she felt for her daughter, Aubrey.
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Whose Flag? The flag that ignited the Trail of Tears and condemned my Native American Ancestors far from their Promised Land?
The Flag that ignited Manifest Destiny and stole, robbed, cheated and raped millions of Indigenous peoples to broken treaties, destruction and death.
The Flag that ignited the slave ships of the Middle Passage where my African Ancestors were kidnapped from the Motherland. Denied their heritage. Their religion. Their customs and traditions. And what of those thrown overboard as so much excess baggage. Or the others who jumped rather than condemn generations to slavery and Jim Crow.
The Flag that ignited the Dred Scott decision telling us we are only 3/5ths of a man? Where are we in the signing of the Declaration of Independence? Do you see any Native or African Americans in those paintings? Not even any women! So do we salute a flag, a symbol…
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When I was still a child, I always use to feel that someone is always watching me out in the corner of my eyes. There were nights when I’m alone and mom and dad were not around, I was sleeping in my bed but I feel like someone was watching over my shoulders. When I turn around, no one was really there. I just shrug off the feeling of uneasiness that I always felt inside me. Until one day, when mom and dad went out to visit a ‘judge’, I was all alone in the house and I heard footsteps. Mom said that if I feel something was not right, I should go outside the house but at that time, I wasn’t afraid. I turn around to see a woman, a short-haired woman. She has the pale skin I’ve ever seen. Her eyes were jet black and I can see her veins were also completely black and scattered around her body evenly. She smiled at me. She has no tooth and all I could see was a dark mouth. A woman nearly as tall as my mom. I was looking at her and astonishingly wondering where she came from but what came inside my six-year-old brain was, “Why you have a hat?”
She didn’t speak but she slowly turned around and I followed her. She climbed the staircase gracefully like a true woman did. We went to a room I’ve never seen before. It was empty, dark, cold and with spider’s web all around. I can see them because it was still a broad daylight. She spoke, a soft childlike whisper, and she started to sing a lullaby, reaching from the lowest “do” then went to “la” and “re” then went back to “do” and “la” but instead of “re”, it landed to “so”. It repeated the first melody and just a pause before it added “mi” and “re” respectively. The melody continues for a minute before she stops. I know how the sound likes because I played piano many times. She then laughed in a very creepy voice. She turned around before I collapsed and a dark cloud embracing me then I heard her say her name.
The next thing I know was that I’m in the hospital and never had an idea why. My parents were all outside, talking to a doctor. He seems pretty calm while my mom was crying aloud. I don’t have any idea of what’s happening to me but I can’t move my body. Before I could utter a single word, I see her once again. The hat lady but it wasn’t her. The face was extremely disturbed. Big black hole in the eye, different from what I saw earlier. Her face elongated and I close my eyes as I heard her footsteps coming after me while singing the same melody over and over again. Then the door open. I know it was the end of my life but then I heard my mom’s voice.
“My baby? Are you okay? Please don’t die.”
My dad rushed near me and looked extremely wary. I know that I’m slowly losing all my vital energy.
“We saw you in the room Mrs. Gardner told us not to enter.” My dad said.
I pour out the only energy I left and said,
“Who’s Mrs. Gardner, papa?”
“The Old lady next to Mr. Pinter’s House? You forget about her? She’s the tenant of the house before we moved in? What are you doing there?”
“I saw a lady in hat”
My mom started crying, my dad never said anything. Then before I could say something, Mrs. Gardner come.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she then looked at me in horror.
“John, did you see her? Did you see Lolita?”
Mrs. Gardner looked into my mom and dad’s face.
“Bring him to the exorcist. He doesn’t belong here.”
“Why would we? He was so weak? He needs to be here! And what are these stupid things you’re talking!”
Mrs. Gardner look into my father’s eyes and said,
“If you don’t bring him to the priest, she’ll bring him to the other world. He’ll die for no reasons! The same thing as my daughter! We thought that we already kick out the entity when we blessed the house before. Now it wants your son, Kevin. If you don’t act today, you might as well regret it as we did.”
My father shouted back as he didn’t understand whats going on.
Mrs. Gardner told him in an angry voice,”Your son open the portal to the other world when he went to that door. That place was used to summon devil by an occult back in early 1800’s to the late 1900’s. We bought that house from a private landowner who’s uncle killed his family when they were living there…Now..”
I didn’t hear what she said next as all I could hear was footsteps and lullabies. All of these accounts was what my parents told me. They needed to ride at least three taxies as Mrs. Gardner explained so Lolita will get confused. The exorcism did well but I always lived in fear for almost a decade, I promised myself to never ever come back from that house again. Now, twenty years later, people whom I met and told about this story never believed me but I swear to God if Mrs. Gardner never came, I might be with Lolita as well, dead, hollow and be singing the creepy lullaby and possessing children around.
Until now I still have a question in my mind. How and why Lolita became like this? who is she? Why she always wear a hat? and what is the lullaby that she always makes?
Mrs. Gardner passed away for fifteen years so I never know why and what’s the story behind that house. I am hoping that the next people who will move out won’t experience the same as me as well as their family.
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