Plasticity at its finest

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How do I start this?

How about Hi! I’m Karen Yao.

But of course, you know that;

We’ve been block mates for two years now.

 

Some may know me as a drunkard, or a smoker,

Or any of those stuff as a matter.

Some, maybe as no one important,

Or just the nice, crazy girl who randomly laughs—

But to those who are dear to me?

They say I’m just the lazy dope of the class.

And yes, I admit, I link a lot of things to indifference.

But one has his own limit—

And just because I don’t react

Doesn’t mean I’m ignorant.

 

Let me tell you a story about friendship.

You see, there’s Girl A and there’s Girl B.

As you could see, they were both girls—

So of course it was messy.

What did you expect? That they were dudes

Who would just end up playing Call of Duty?

 

You may still be confused, I assume.

Let me explain this further for you:

Girl A did something Girl B did not like.

And it’s amazing how their friendship was torn up by pride.

 

I normally wouldn’t care what it was about

Because I am neither Girl A nor Girl B.

Frankly, I simply believe that

If you’re nice to me, I’ll be nice to you—

It’s like the GOLDEN rule.

 

Still can’t follow? I don’t blame you.

It took me a month to see it through.

Let me re-enact what happened AFTER the fight,

That pushed me into making this poem last night.

 

Girl A flipped her hair.

Girl B went Oh my God she’s such a flirt!

Girl A talked to a guy.

Girl B went Oh my God she’s such a flirt!

Girl A said she had shoes.

Girl B went Oh my God she’s such a flirt!

Girl A said she had a car.

Girl B went Oh my God she’s such a flirt!

 

Girl A was left friendless.

And Girl B didn’t even had the conscience

To be the friend she once was.

I’m not the one who’d choose a side;

I was never even relevant to the fight.

Both girls were nice to me, and I got that going for me.

So what left me bothered was the bitch that was set free.

 

The saddest part is

How it all became a HIGH SCHOOL episode.

Now, what I am going to tell you next will greatly affect my grade.

But I would rather fail than go further this masquerade.

 

Let me grab this opportunity to tell you guys what the indifferent girl sees:

Pareho kayong mabait sa’ken; LAHAT kayo mabait sa’ken. Kaya n’ong una, di ako kumakampi.

Pero bakit gan’un? Parang di na tama.

 

Wala na kayong binanggit kundi yung mali niya.

Sabi nung iba wala na din silang paki,

Pero bakit parang hindi kayo mapakali?

 

Wala na kayong binanggit kundi yung galit niyo.

OO NA NGA, galit nga kayo!

OO NA NGA, ayaw niyo nga sa kanya.

 

Ano pa ba gusto n’yong mangyare?

Magalit din sa kanya ‘yung buong klase?

Akala ko ba tapos na?

‘Di ba di na nga kayo nagpapansinan?

O bakit di kayo matahimik sa kanyang “sobrang kalandian”?

 

If Girl B were to just shut up,

I wouldn’t even be in front of you today.

But Girl A doesn’t deserve this much hate.

I honestly did not want to take a side,

And truthfully still do not want to.

 

Yes, she has her flaws.

Yes, she made her mistakes.

But the moment you chose to hate her

Made her life completely IRRELEVANT to yours;

The moment you chose not to face her

Deprived you from the right to talk about her life that way.

DUDES, if you don’t like her then just stay away!

Why the hell do you have to spread the hate?

 

Last week, I sat down with Girl A

And I told her everything I wanted to say.

I did not choose to do what Girl B did—

I did not choose to walk away.

I simply chose to understand her flaws.

So please do respect me, because I choose to stay.

 

Some told me not to do this.

Some begged me not to make a move.

I asked why. They said Girls B might hate me too.

Yes, I did say “GIRLS” B.

Yes again, Girl B is more than one person.

 

I know the reactions I may get but I seriously couldn’t care any less.

And you know the funniest part of it all?

Deep down I know that the minute after I read this poem,

Plasticity has already taken its toll.