I knew someone named Jin

Joshua Malapitan

I knew someone named Jin. He used to be called paper-thin. Always feeling sick and weak. Yet, he never bothered, Neither did he become outraged.

I knew someone named Jin. People called him queer Always alone, he had no peers. The silence was music in his ear, A time where no degradations he hears.

I knew someone named Jin. He was belittled but skilled. Always on top but he never bragged. With his presence, A lot are intimidated.

I knew someone named Jin. He looked joyous and genuine. He wanted to feel belonged, A place where he can be himself, Yet, no one accepted.

I knew someone named Jin. In a society full of judgments, He lived with a heavy heart. Still, he never bothered, Neither did he become outraged.

I knew someone named Jin. Enormity never prevails, He deemed. Hurtful notions were the reasons he strived For a life, once he thought was kind.

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Illustration by Ruer Torculas

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