Poetry

2015 Collection

01/13/2015

What have I become?
An empty matter
A nothing, no one.

I look upon the world, I stare
At life, moving
With joy, frivolity, flair

No use is it to grasp
Let them journey on
I am alone, at last

What have I become?
An empty matter
A nothing, no one.

 

01/31/2015

I would never dare to see your face
Only, your heart
I read your words and try to find a place
Where our thoughts do not part

The more I try, the further away I feel
Desiring to understand
Who you claim to be, what you want from me
A dumb and weary woman

Do not cast me aside, holding back your mercy
From a confused person like me
Open my eyes, please do not harden my heart
As was Pharaoh’s, in ages unseen

 

02/17/2015

What an unfaithful Israelite I am.
Complaining, grumbling
While I stuff manna down my throat
Doubting, straying
While I watch Your pillar of smoke.

What a miserable wretch of Israel I am.
Fearing, disbelieving
While He shows me my inheritance
Unfaithful, forgetful
While I dance around the golden calf

 

02/19/2015

You wear rebel skin
But inside, you’re a sap

You are an elephant
Holding the bones of your mother

You speak anti-God
While you pray for those you love

You are an oxymoron
Just like everyone else

 

02/22/2015

Just call me Cain
With a heart of murderous rage
Full of hate for the younger age
He gave you fat, I gave you grain
My offering a sin so grave
For it was not the one you craved
But that’s the way God had it done
Condemn one, for all of Israel’s sons

Never even got a chance
To look upon the Promised Land
God’s will overruled the will of man
My lot was death and the fiery pit
His will be done, as I sit and burn
Unfortunate that I was born
Who I am

Just call me Esau
Though I am the rightful firstborn
I am the son that love has scorned
My sibling, mother wished to adorn
While I did my duty for a father, weary-worn
My right, my gift from my hands was torn
But that’s the way God had it done
Condemn one, for all of Israel’s sons

Never even got a chance
To look upon the Promised Land
God’s will overruled the will of man
My lot was death and the fiery pit
His will be done, as I sit and burn
Unfortunate that I was born
Who I am

Just call me Pharaoh
With a heart so cold
Colder than the ice and snow
Heavier than the mill stone
Tied round my neck as I drown alone
The waves crushing me in their heavy folds
But that’s the way God had it done
Condemn one, for all of Israel’s sons

Never even got a chance
To look upon the Promised Land
God’s will overruled the will of man
My lot was death and the fiery pit
His will be done, as I sit and burn
Unfortunate that I was born
Who I am

 

02/25/15

Silence
Weighs down on me
Like the globe On Atlas’ shoulders

Silence
That sucks the air
Out of my lungs

Silence
That writhes
Wringing the tears
From my eyes
Stinging my ears
With its hum
With nothing
And no one

 

03/02/15

Your mother approaches
Like a tidal wave
I watch despondently
At the shore’s edge
No will to run
To higher ground
To your arms
It’s futile to try to
Escape her furious love
As it embraces you
And drowns me to death

03/10/2015

I am so much more than a Woman
More than your patriarchy
Can afford to silence

I am so much more than a Black Woman
More than proud and valiant
In the face of your hegemony

I am so much more than a Filipino Woman
More than beautiful and exotic
To your wayward, singular eyes

I am creativity
And humor
And love
And cleverness

I am humility
And pride
And hate
And sadness

I am so much more than the Woman you see
For within me are absolutes and universal truths
That make me just as human
That make me just as respectable
As any woman, child or man
As any person in any land

Take away my blackness
Take away my Filipino face
Take away my gender
Will I not still be who I am?
With blood that flows and runs through my veins
As deep as the inflicted societal scars?

No, I am more than a Woman
I am myself
Take away everything else
Take away my entire physiognomy
That you see as my only definition

No, I am more than a Woman.
Take away everything you see
I will still be me.

 

05/13/2015

Those hours in 1963
Water clawing, rawing
Their supple skin
My kin

Those spirits in 1963
Bodies lowing, bowing
Their fragile frames
My gain

They held fast
Relentless
Their images
Remain
We walk in halls
Of their lives

Those forms in 1963
Actions changing, rearranging
Their social stance
My chance

Those souls in 1963
Courage unfailing, railing
Against Their Strife
My life

 

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