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POEMS
I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother.
But that when she was young.
Now, I am much lovelier than she is. I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I
must get ready for the party!
"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?"
You see, I can’t leave the party at once. I have to danced with everybody who
proposed to me. At last, the party is over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired.
"Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. "Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers.
Where is she? I look for her in the sala, but she’s not there. Where is she? A-huh!
In the kitchen!
I saw my mama, lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on her hand. I
remember, she tried to get it.
Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!
THE PLEA OF AN ABORTED FETUS
Set me free. Let me live, I deserve to be born, I want to live. For heavens's
sake, have pity.
Ladies and Gentlemen, dear fathers and mothers, listen to my plea, listen to
my story. I could have been the 17th Lady President of the Philippines
Republic, had you given me the chance to live, had you not deprived me of
my life, had you not taken away my privilege to be born.
Some eleven years ago, a healthy ovum started to generate in the womb of
a woman with six other children. My coming should be a herald of joy, a
symbol of love incarnate but to my mommy it was a burden, a problem, an
additional mouth to feed. To Dad, it was a mistake, an effect of mom's
carelessness for not taking the contraceptive pills.
-Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not the flesh of your own flesh,
the blood of your own blood?
The rubber suction caught my tiny limbs and mercilessly twisted it slowly
cutting it from my body. I struggled for my life. 1,2,3 and the first part of
me came out.
-Mom, why have you permitted this? Am I not Dad's pledge of love to you?
Then it was followed by another rubber suction sucking the other part
moving it with force until both were fully amputated.
-Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not God's image you promised
to love and protect? Then I felt shaken once, twice, several times until I do
not know anymore what has been going around. I gushed forth my
breath. . .
Then came the final blow, my head- the abortionist termed as No. I was
totally cut from my torso; total annihilation.
Gone is my chance to behold the many lovely things God created for us
I am a girl, young in heart and in mind… I am carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but play,play and
play…I seldom go to school but hmp! nobody cares! Instead,you will see me roaming around
standing at the nearby canto, or hanging around at the sari-sari store standing beside the
jukebox stand…
One day I asked I asked my mother to teach me how to behave,to live, and appreciate all the
beautiful things in life.
" Can’t you see, I have to hurry up for my majong session! "
So I turned to my father to console me. But what a wonderful world word he did tell me…
" Child, I have to finish my overtime work…Here’s 500 pesos, go and ask your teacher about
that question…"
Sadly,I attended my class… But I heard nothing but the echoing voice of my teacher,torturing
me with her words…
" Hey yo lazy girl! Why waste your time studying those things? When up to now you can’t even
multiply seven by nine? Go home and don’t bother me!!!"
When I try to study, I get punished for not being able to answer.
You say that the world is beautiful, why is it treating me this way?
Hear me please!
Help me please!
Help me…
I am lost
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
A Simple Plan
Simple Sam was a simple man.
He lived each day by a simple plan.
Enjoy your life and live while you can.
Make each day count and take a stand.