No More!

I will sit with my legs spread wide apart.

I will color my hair pok-pok red and paint my lips crimson.

I will flirt with restaurant owners to get better service (and possible discounts).

I will smile at the MMDA officers who pull me over just to get out of a ticket.

I will tell the boys I like "I cras u!"

I will wear what I please, bellies and semaphore fat arms be damned.

I will sing at the top of my voice in a crowded elevator.

I will do what I like - do the hula while sporting a lampshade on my head, collect mass quantities of white pebbles, teach rapists how to write - because that is what I have in me to do.

I will write nonsense - my dreams, vignettes about cows and cow towns, long, winding essays about my grandmother's hair - because that is what I have in me to write.

I will be happy because damn it, what else should I be?

In other words, I will be free.