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Fairytales, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez


A vast void
Nothing like the Alice in Wonderland hole
Where a fall reveals mystical creatures
An adventurous journey to find one’s self
Whishes bounce between hollow walls
Descending into nothingness
Nothing like Aladdin’s life
Where his every whim are granted
With no consideration of those around but himself
Selfishness
To break from tradition, he falls for the one beneath him
Her life guided by a magical wand
Yet, the one I possess grant short, temporary relief
A time when my story become a fairytale like Cinderella’s
Picturesque time fill pages with pain, lost, doubts
A half empty glass with cracks towards the top
Gates of hell guarded by a four headed creature
A tale of self-sacrificed, ultimate love story
Beautiful damsel awakes his innermost strength
While the blind-ugly-decrepit three some hideaway foretelling his destiny
A destiny I am yet to know
A third of the equation known to me
I am part of the 50% of the world
Yet, no fairytales embody a character like me
Heroism, fortune, live happily ever after endings reserve for the other 50% of the world
Never to forget about the few with powers such as thunder, lightning, love, war, strategy
List goes on and on
Invincible, no weakness except the thirst for more
Betray at times by natures’ beauty
Human kind
Body shifters, creeping to take what is not his
Awaken jealousy, war declare upon us by his mate
Nothing like a woman’s scorn
Sore by the constant doubts, lies, hurts
“So much potential you possess,” they unanimously sing
To aspire, dream
Fictional storytelling
Depiction of a different race, parallel to society’s beliefs
No main characters resembling my skin
Tertiary characters subjected to ridicule, hardships
There I lay
Through the outer glass seeking for more
Grains of sand, so many to sooth un-satisfaction
For only a fool, dream
Waiting to be rescue like Sleeping Beauty
If only Fiona’s fortune decent upon me
Dispel the costume which has become my prison
Not to confuse my life with the undead
I do grow old
Bleed and heal, yet not the same
Scars are left to not forget
X, marks the spots
One lucky forceful strike
Not to vanish beautifully, bursting of fire
But quickly coming to my demise
Reaching for Aladdin’s magical lamp
Wishing to forever fall asleep like Cinderella
To later be rescue and become whole as Fiona has done
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