A letter

A letter that I made upon reading the poem by J. Neil Garcia, The Conversion. It is a letter about the LGBT Community who receives different criticism for being different.

I was the girl who died many years ago, the same girl who was drowned in the metal drum that day. How are you? How have you been after you killed me that day? You have lived the life your father and uncles wanted you to live. You are the right choice, the right decision over me. You are the desired answer for that one question. You are the person that the society can accept and embrace and I will always be that girl who should be treated the way father and uncles treated me. I will always be that girl to deserve all judgements by the society.

Am I really better off dead? This is the real question that I am dying to ask you. You and I are in one body, we shared in the happy memories when you still accepted me for who I am. We are in one body, but I am the only one who is forgotten, the only one who suffered. Despite all the happiness that you felt when I'm still in you, in the end, you made the choice they wanted. And that choice put an end to me. 

The society became very toxic as years passed. It is embedded with rules that are never fair. The society is covered with mediocre people that will judge anyone that are different in their eyes. The society judged the people who didn't reach their set of standards. The society is like a community full of dogs, who bark at every animal that is not their kind. It is full of hypocrites.

The truth is I am not murdered by an individual. The society killed me in the cruellest way possible. I am not the only one, there are many out there. I am just one in the millions. And I'm here not for myself, but for the people who is like me many years ago. It is too late to save myself so I'm here to save the possible victim. People like me are crying for freedom. They are begging for help, they are begging to be saved, but people still continue to throw stones and step on their pride. Open your eyes, you never know who needed your help. Always keep in mind that people are unique in their own ways, we just have to embrace and accept it so no any other person will turn out like me.