If I were Kartini (no, I am actually not.)

If I were Kartini, I must be very anxious.
Writing down tons of letters to someone across the world.
Wondering whether she has accepted my letters or not.
Wondering if the postman might not find the address when I realized none of her relpy I got.
Or she might move on to another town and not telling me yet where she lived.

Moreover, if I were Kartini, I would be somehow feeling sad.
Pictures of me were hanging on the wall of the classes.
Looking by either kindergarden or elementary students.
Yet, their teachers sometimes never told them why they hang my pictures on.

And alas! Even my birthday is being celebrated annually.
The girls are smiling when they use ‘kebaya’ for the first time while their Mom is feeling so happy to get their girls dressed.
Yet, none of them told their girls why they have to wear those kind of clothes while they have the simpler and more comfortable one.
Their Mom just told them to use it for celebrating ‘Kartini Day’.
Or they just simply said to them to do the modelling thing on ‘Kartini Day’.

Yeah. It is hard for being a ‘Kartini’.
Some people oftenly say that there will be light after the darkness.
Yeah, I know you do too.
If I were Kartini, I actually found the light inside the darkness.
And I know there will be any darkness coming through the light.
Life does it to you.

Because, if I were Kartini, I will tell you a story.
About people and humanity.
About how children love me when no one really know and understand me—even read my letters.
About how I appreciate their unconditional love.
They don’t know me yet love me that much.
It is really an unconditional love, no?