04.03.2024
In the midst of people,
I saw your gaze with adoration
She's a Morena beauty queen,
Once you've always given attention
Her eyes sparkled like the stars,
Her skin, a sun-kissed shine
She's a definition of a Filipina,
One that looks like the treasure of Manila
I thought I was a flower not in bloom,
That my pale skin was the reason for my gloom
But the truth was far simpler
All of these weren't about color
I painted myself, tried to fit your ideal,
Hoping that it might make you change feelings,
But the truth silenced me
You just didn't like me
A realization punched me,
As clear as the morning sun is
Your heart was never mine to win,
The race never begins
It wasn't about the Morena,
The Filipina beauty, or the type,
It was simply about us,
A love that never arises
Now it's all about importance,
Embracing my beauty for instance
For I am more than a color, more than a type,
I am me, beautifully unique and bright
