The Eruption

A Good Boy

Hunger

Barkada

Shabs

Cracked Mirrors

Black Angels

Daughter

Cemetery

Red Leaves

Typhoon

 

 

Cracked Mirror

"I've got friends. I've got fun. I am liked by everyone, now that I use Block & White skin whitening lotion."
"Ugly, Ugly! You're so ugly," the children taunt, as I walk down the street hauling water to do the dishes.
"If you spill it, you're gonna get it," the children sing, a they dance around me enjoying their game.

I spill it and my aunt beats me. She puts salt on the floor and makes me kneel in it as a part of the punishment. The pain is excruciating.

"You're stupid," she tells me. "How come you don't learn?"

Many faces of children and adults enter my dream. "You're not one of us," they say mockingly. "Look at you. You were born in a garbage dump."

I wake up with the echoes of the taunts and mocking laughter in my ears. I slip into my clothes to begin my early morning chores. I fetch the water and haul it back to the house to wash the dishes. My cousins are awake. They are playing in the other room.

"Hey Manura," they call. "You want to see something?" As I stick my head to look into the other room, they throw a black cat in my face. I lose my balance and stumble back into the kitchen breaking the dishes on the table. My aunt comes down from upstairs and sees the mess all around.

"It's her fault," they cry. "Manura brought a stray cat into the house and it went wild."

My aunt grabs me by the hair and drags me into the front room. I am speechless with scratches all over my face as she makes me kneel down before her. She cuts off my hair.

"That ought to teach you to make a mess in my house and frighten my children, now get out! With blood and tears streaming down my face, I scramble to my feet and run out of the house to my shack in the back yard. Crying in the corner of my room, the sounds from the neighbor's radio reaches my ears. "I got friends. I got fu I am liked by everyone, now that I use Block & White skin whitening lotion," Slowly, I rise up from the floor and go over to the cracked mirror sitting precariously on the narrow shelf on the wall. A picture of Mother Mary holding the baby Jesus in her arms is taped on the wall next to the mirror. On the other side of it are cut outs of beautiful actresses. They all have white skin and mestizo-like features.

"Now look at me, I'm uglier than ever," she says staring at her reflection. "Why can't I be beautiful and happy like the other children? If only I had white skin and straight hair, then I would be happy.

"I got friends, I got fun, I am liked by everyone, now that I use Block & White skin whitening lotion, sings the girl on the neighbor's radio. Manura cleans the blood and tears from her face, then she slips into a pair of jeans and puts on a sparkling white tee shirt. Looking in the corner of her shack, she reaches for her low-heeled black sandals that her aunt gave her for her tenth birthday. She remembers that moment well. How could she forget? Her aunt made her kneel down before her and made her kiss her hand for rescuing her from a nearby garbage dump.

"If it weren't for me and the kindness in my heart, you wouldn't be alive today," the aunt said to Manura, then she gave her the shoes.

They were the first pair of shoes Manura ever owned. Although two sizes too big for her, she treasured them like gold. Manura waited patiently for two years before she could finally put her feet into them. Her first pair of real shoes, she wears them only for special occasions, like going to the mall on weekends. Leaning over and fastening them, Manura stares disapprovingly at her dark, wide feet, callused over from many long days of treading bare footed on the hot black pavement selling sampaguitas.

"Farmer's feet," she says to herself rising up from her bed. She shuffles over to the cracked mirror and stares grimly at her own image. It is distorted. She frowns. "I got friends, I got fun, I am liked by everyone, now that I use Block & White skin whitening lotion," sings the neighbor's radio.

Carefully, with the tips of her fingers, Manura tries to shift the mirror gently to see her whole face instead of two. The mirror refuses to stay in position and slides off of the shelf. She catches it before it crashes down to the floor. Her heart beats rapidly as she takes a deep breath to calm herself down again. Carefully holding the mirror with both hands, she steadies it on the shelf again and says a little prayer thanking the Virgin Mary for not allowing the mirror to break. Making the sign of the cross, Manura accepts the distorted reflection and picks up the baby powder

"You are so ugly," she says to her reflection, looking at her shaven head and scratched face. "…Use Block & White skin whitening lotion," says the radio next door.

"Look at my cousins," she says while rubbing powder over her face. "They are so beautiful. No one ever raises a hand to them or even shouts at them. They can do anything they want. Nobody minds them just because they have fair skin and look mestizo. When people see them, their eyes go all gushy and warm. They give them sweets and toys and lavish their attention on them. But when they see me, their eyes turn hard and cold, but no more. Soon I'll be beautiful too. Soon I'll be like them. Soon I'll have a different face and a different life. My aunt will like me and I won't get so many beatings.

"…Use Block & White skin whitening lotion…." After rubbing in the powder over her face and neck, Manura kneels down to the floor and removes a plank from its position. She reaches down into the dark hole and gropes around for her bamboo bank. Quickly, she pulls her hand out of the hole. She thought she felt something crawl over it. She takes another deep breath and tries again.

"Got it!" she says ecstatically lifting her bamboo bank up. It has her life's savings in it. Manura looks around for something to break it open with. There is nothing. Desperately, she turns to the little table next to her bed and whacks the bank on the edge of it. It cracks open and out spills the money in small coins. She looks at it "…skin whitening lotion, sings the radio."

With baited breath, Manura counts the money. Finally, she has enough to buy a bottle of Block & White, skin-whitening lotion. Now her dreams will come true and all of her problems will be solved. She picks the coins up from the floor and stuffs them into her pocket. Puts on a cap and heads out. She takes the first jeepeny to the mall. Inside, she goes directly to the cosmetic section and finds the aisle containing the cream. "I got friends. I got fun. I am liked by everyone.… " sings the girl over the loud speakers. The shelves are stocked full with hundreds of glass bottles of Block & White skin whitening cream… "GUARANTEED WHITER HEALTHIER LOOKING SKIN OVERNIGHT. YOUR FRIENDS WILL NOTICE THE DIFFERENCE," says the voice. Manura reverently takes a bottle from the shelf and goes to the cashier to pay. Back on the jeepney she daydreams about how beautiful she'll be and all of the friends she'll have.

She runs back to her shack. Goes inside and turns on the light. She takes the glass bottle out of the bag and sets it down in front of the cracked mirror on the narrow shelf. She bends down to remove her sandals. She looks up and watches horrified as the mirror and the bottle containing all of her hopes and dreams, come crashing down to the floor, shattering into a thousand broken pieces, topped with the curse of seven years of bad luck. "I got friends. I got fun. I am liked by everyone. Now that I use Block & White skin whitening lotion…sings the girl on the radio."

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