Bakit ka nahihiya?

“the hiya that is suffered as shame or

embarrassment; a passion…
 …the hiya that is an active and sacrificial
self-control of one’s individual wants for the
sake of other people; a virtue…”
Halaga
Violita Cascabel
Coin of Survival
My lips are cracked while my throat is dry.
My belly ached and I simply wanted to cry.
The hunger was only part of my utter dismay.
The streets are where I always stay.

When people see me, they either help or walk away.

When I raise my hand, they either give or go their
own way.
I tried to work but no one wanted me no matter
how hard I tried anyway.
I try to hide my sadness and embarrassment
whenever I ask for a peso a day.
The Red Letters
My mom said that I’m a stupid child.
My dad said that I’m an idiot which left me beguiled.
I always try so hard to please them but the letters always fly.
I always try to do my best but my own self-confidence has run dry.

Whenever I read, the words seem to dance like crazy.

Whenever I complain, they simply say that I’m lazy.
The teachers hate me and my parents do too.
The words wouldn’t stay put no matter what I do.

They say I’m dumb and mentally challenged.

They say I’ll never be good enough for I am damaged.
The letters fly, dance, and run even the coloured ones do.
The teacher gives me red letters and they move too.
 She was indeed a stunner.
Soft and sweet like the breeze
of winter
And just what Bryan said
"Frances was timid and shy
always."
 Gossips
They talk about all my shortcomings like I
can’t hear them.
Their voices are loud, and each word was
meant to condemn.
What did I exactly do to be treated this way?
They bully me and physically hurt me every
day.

People talk like they know who I am?

They say I’m a freak and that I need to scram.
Should I really hide in fear for the person that
I am?
Is it wrong to be gay, should they even really
give a damn?
Don’t Look At Me
I want to merge with the shadows for as long as I’m
alive.
I don’t want any recognition but I simply want to
survive.
They say I’m beautiful but I know that is said out of
pity.
They say I look okay, but why do I feel so shitty?

A disfigured face is what I have, that is what they call

an abnormality.
A sad life is what I possess with all my obvious
physical inadequacy.
I hide from the judgement and cry all the pain.
I live my life in the shadows and while I keep my self
sane.
Bahaghari
Violita Cascabel
Amor Propio

Nahihiya,

Hiyang-hiya na ako;

Nanghihinayang
Shamefaced
Uvel Quibuyen
 Fear
The moon listens to my every cry

She whispers that I should try

But the fear of failure creeps in mind

So I leave every chances behind.

Dangal
Hannah Realuyo
Hubo’t Hubad
Uvel Quibuyen
Noypi
Hannah Realuyo
Dancing Under All The Pressure
Looking at them will entrance your entire being.
They move swiftly and precisely which gets everyone screaming.
Every step that they take and every move that they make is perfection.
These people danced and executed their moves with precise synchronisation.

The crowd cheers as the performer are sweating and in absolute focus.
Everything needs to be on point, every beat and move should be ferocious.
One slow turn, one wrong move and the entire performance would be in vain.
They moved with pride but in their mind failure and shame is a constant strain.
Magdalene
Uvel Quibuyen
Cascabel, Violita
Gabini, Lance
Laynes, Allana
Quibuyen, Uvel
Realuyo, Hannah