Evolution

By. Ody Munson

I'm back to my love of writing

With you my dear Pangyao

I'm here again reconnecting

To all of you my dear community,

Let's do something like worth remembering

Eight years ago

I cared so much about my ego 

My make up should be on the go

Only matching outfit will do.

My hair was curled nicely

Nail polish painted boldly.

But are these material things

 that made me happy?

My heart is weary and empty.

I asked myself, what's your role in this community?

You are aging our life is temporary

You're lucky, good life at work and marry.

How about those less fortunate did you help them or gave an eye of scrutiny.

Then I realized with my good faith

 as a migrant worker

 I should give back to the community

I stop wearing fancy clothes,

no more shopping, many are hungry.

Share your blessing make a person happy.

We are given lots of choices.

I chose to listen to tour voices.

Trying to console you to avoid vices.

Show care to our community spread love,

spare humanity…

Not too late to walk on the right direction.

Never forget life isn't about perfection.

But happiness on what you do.

Admins here at Social Justice were all her listening to you.

#I stop writing when my dog tiger died last February 18,2021.

Thanks to Pangyaos founders for understanding when I paused from writing.