Miss America

“And , the winner of Miss America is Susana India….”

She is a very unique exotic women with defined American features. Her beauty contains a slender nose of a goddess, the light brown color of Indian heritage and no one can ignore her beautiful smile full of perfection with a smooth soft pretty English tone. And, the worst part, she is from Texas. The biggest state with the biggest stories of action, redemption and satisfaction. The Lone Star has taken so many pageants! The whole world is watching Texas. The whole earth is counting on Texas. Dear God, how could anyone deny her the crown with her story, full of brilliance in a epic adventure of heroism, suffrage, not including her father’s dream of coming true, by bringing her family to America. A white man falling in love with am Indian woman(In India); having three children as war breaks out using only his strength. A beautiful story of getting lost in sea, stranded on the beach, dehydrated and starving with beach goers finding them to help. (some even say saving them). A person could literally write a novel, no a mini-series, or TV special. So, many people would watch the adventures novel. There would be passion, suffrage, and honor, in the end. It would be a best-seller. Movie of the Year. Oscar, winner!!!! I can already image the elegance of the film. She won for her beauty and story…

Not to mention, she worked hard to keep food on the table as her father studied law. She did not just watch; as the first born, she worked hard with her dad, learning the business, going to school, without a scholarship! Worked nights, studied hard; fought against prejudice but what kept her back was her own impudent against herself.

The American story…the life of not giving up. Pursuing the dream against all odds.

There was no chance for the rest of us.

“Oh, dear God, when do I rise to the occasion of being a winner. Second Place again.“ she thinks to herself. “How is it possible? To make to Miss America, only being second in every event possible!”

Who tells the story of the “Runner up”…it just second place. Born second to a beautiful older sister, her shadow kept me so protected…then daddy past away giving my big sister the podium of first in his heart. She, truly, had to become the “bread winner” with my mom. They became so close sharing moments a little child like me could not understand. Second, again with both parents. I lost the emotion race….I was second. What about the baseball game. Tied game, out in the park. Hits the ball out to Michael the best catcher is ready and prepared and he drops it! We came second to the tournament. Second! The “Chills” won. So I entered the Track and Field, not “softball”, again second place but it was worth it. A lady was really impress with how I looked running. She said straight out to me, “You’re features are exquisite. “ then I found out I was her second choice. My fifteen seconds of fame were gone when I was cut from 20 seconds to five. My movie career was gone. Over. Beauty Pageant came next.

“And, how do you feel, being Miss America!” He reaches out his arm as she cries like a little girl. You can’t even understand her speaking.

Now, being “Runner up” to Miss America is not an option of regret. I wouldn’t give it up for nothing, but when is it my time; I have worked very hard to get here. Just to come in second. Everybody knows, I have work very hard to get over the hump at least, I thought it was in me to win it all. The heart lied to me. The soul was to hard or to soft. At the end, I did not make it. I failed. I have reached the point in my life and career, where coming in second to Miss Nebraska, then she getting pregnant and losing her crown, making me the winner is just not enough. They just call you and say “Congratulations, You will represent us in, The “American Pageant”. No. Limelight!!! No happiness, no hugs…just me and a phone.

I did the impossible. I made mediocre the Path to America! Who remembers Runner up! No one! They disappear into the darkness and get fat. Oh God, I’m getting fat. I’m going to be so fat….

“I should have listen to you, “ she goes into deep thought. Betty Lee Richard or should I call you B.B. Lee. She starts reminiscing of this young lady, who gave her advice. So much wisdom only for me to ignore…she would disappear from my life. The last pageant, B.B. Lee would win giving a speech of being alone in a world of people. She was a friend; a real human and I took it for granted. It was understood you were better, the best. Where did you go?

She goes into a trance of feeling the world come crashing down. She wakes up and notices she is walking while all her memories are disappearing in a moments notice. She is not sure if she is being handle or by herself. She walks out of the building with all the other girls wishing, hoping and praying this is not the end. Trying to not look at each other because they will cry. We all believed, had faith to become the one.

But, it is. The End.

“And , the winner of Miss America is Susana India….”

She is a very unique exotic women with defined American features. Her beauty contains a slender nose of a goddess, the light brown color of Indian heritage and no one can ignore her beautiful smile full of perfection with a smooth soft pretty English tone. And, the worst part, she is from Texas. The biggest state with the biggest stories of action, redemption and satisfaction. The Lone Star has taken so many pageants! The whole world is watching Texas. The whole earth is counting on Texas. Dear God, how could anyone deny her the crown with her story, full of brilliance in a epic adventure of heroism, suffrage, not including her father’s dream of coming true, by bringing her family to America. A white man falling in love with am Indian woman(In India); having three children as war breaks out using only his strength. A beautiful story of getting lost in sea, stranded on the beach, dehydrated and starving with beach goers finding them to help. (some even say saving them). A person could literally write a novel, no a mini-series, or TV special. So, many people would watch the adventures novel. There would be passion, suffrage, and honor, in the end. It would be a best-seller. Movie of the Year. Oscar, winner!!!! I can already image the elegance of the film. She won for her beauty and story…

Not to mention, she worked hard to keep food on the table as her father studied law. She did not just watch; as the first born, she worked hard with her dad, learning the business, going to school, without a scholarship! Worked nights, studied hard; fought against prejudice but what kept her back was her own impudent against herself.

The American story…the life of not giving up. Pursuing the dream against all odds.

There was no chance for the rest of us.

“Oh, dear God, when do I rise to the occasion of being a winner. Second Place again.“ she thinks to herself. “How is it possible? To make to Miss America, only being second in every event possible!”

Who tells the story of the “Runner up”…it just second place. Born second to a beautiful older sister, her shadow kept me so protected…then daddy past away giving my big sister the podium of first in his heart. She, truly, had to become the “bread winner” with my mom. They became so close sharing moments a little child like me could not understand. Second, again with both parents. I lost the emotion race….I was second. What about the baseball game. Tied game, out in the park. Hits the ball out to Michael the best catcher is ready and prepared and he drops it! We came second to the tournament. Second! The “Chills” won. So I entered the Track and Field, not “softball”, again second place but it was worth it. A lady was really impress with how I looked running. She said straight out to me, “You’re features are exquisite. “ then I found out I was her second choice. My fifteen seconds of fame were gone when I was cut from 20 seconds to five. My movie career was gone. Over. Beauty Pageant came next.

“And, how do you feel, being Miss America!” He reaches out his arm as she cries like a little girl. You can’t even understand her speaking.

Now, being “Runner up” to Miss America is not an option of regret. I wouldn’t give it up for nothing, but when is it my time; I have worked very hard to get here. Just to come in second. Everybody knows, I have work very hard to get over the hump at least, I thought it was in me to win it all. The heart lied to me. The soul was to hard or to soft. At the end, I did not make it. I failed. I have reached the point in my life and career, where coming in second to Miss Nebraska, then she getting pregnant and losing her crown, making me the winner is just not enough. They just call you and say “Congratulations, You will represent us in, The “American Pageant”. No. Limelight!!! No happiness, no hugs…just me and a phone.

I did the impossible. I made mediocre the Path to America! Who remembers Runner up! No one! They disappear into the darkness and get fat. Oh God, I’m getting fat. I’m going to be so fat….

“I should have listen to you, “ she goes into deep thought. Betty Lee Richard or should I call you B.B. Lee. She starts reminiscing of this young lady, who gave her advice. So much wisdom only for me to ignore…she would disappear from my life. The last pageant, B.B. Lee would win giving a speech of being alone in a world of people. She was a friend; a real human and I took it for granted. It was understood you were better, the best. Where did you go?

She goes into a trance of feeling the world come crashing down. She wakes up and notices she is walking while all her memories are disappearing in a moments notice. She is not sure if she is being handle or by herself. She walks out of the building with all the other girls wishing, hoping and praying this is not the end. Trying to not look at each other because they will cry. We all believed, had faith to become the one.

But, it is. The End.