Friday, June 11, 2010
Badjao Girls feets understand
the flows of jeepneys and buses
as they wrestle the wave of
rain or shine,
lives in danger;
upon counting the days gone
To fit in...
Trying to put a fake smile to the
homeland that never been a
As we all see,
Each day they work to the bones,
Collecting paining memories,
Holding their tears upon seeing
normal children in uniforms
And comfort themselves on flattened cartoon boxes under
Along the highways with sacks
of cements sewed together
To protect them as roofs and walls
Of what they called
Where hearts' desires slowly dies
Their soring feet rape their fantasies
And to shut their eyes to the rythmic pain,
The uncurable pain,
Pasted on their lives as street children,
Ah! These torturing nights...
The pain I've seen...
When will it end?