DEAR RAIN
Her miniscule of hope
beaten,
torn
by the angry sea of lawlessness.
Her rights of existence
stolen
no matter what she did
to fight.
She came with pure intentions
to work in a foreign land
no agendas of hostility...
essence rationalized..
but then...
Rain...
take the cloth of her penitence
smell the sweat and tears mixed,
inhale its scent into the best part of you
and feel...
the chain of aches
attached to it.
Be the burning witness,
be her voice when she wants to fret
while handwashing the blood stain
stick to her employer's undies
Be the voice when she hold back her tongue
to speak out her heart
everytime they scold her,
abuse her..tear her apart...
Rain,
free of restraint,
free to be free,
carry the pearls from her eyes
to the sea...
To the sea where she bank many of the black pearls
produced by her weary eyes
Most of them were breed
by her cold-hearted employers;
the equity stealers.
Sense her Rain
and note her fears as she walk,
she feebly walk
on the labyrinth
of daily, deadly nightmares.
Cleanse her inner sense
wash away other's brash pretence
that cost their souls a cent,
cleanse it away...away from her...
As you keep pouring,Rain
please whisper to her..
Never surrender,
Don't quit,
Don't fall,
Don't fall...
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
The Bloody Diwali(Festival of light)
Deepavali (also spelled Divali in few countries) or Diwali, popularly known as the festival of lights, is an important five-day festival in Hinduism, Jainism Sikhism, and occurring between mid-October and mid-November. For Hindus, Diwali is the most important festival of the year and is celebrated in families by performing traditional activities together in their homes. Deepavali is an official holiday in IndiaNepalSri LankaMyanmarMauritius,Guyana,Trinidad & Tobago,MalaysiaSingapore,and Fiji.
Diwali is a festival Of Light.Of Good over Evil.Of Widom.Of Consciousness.Of Enlightenment.Of Truth.Of Spiritual Victory.Of Revolution.
Now that Diwali is being celebrated,people cant help remembering the two teenage girls who were victims of brutal gang attack by villagers for the reason that they werent escorted when they visited the homes of some boys, to share sweets and light crackers.They were stoned, and hacked with machetes and axes. As they lay unconscious and bleeding, they were doused with gasoline and burnt alive. The entire community then participated in a conspiracy of silence to hide their crime.
View the story on :
http://genderbytes.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/should-you-get-killed-for-ce...
THE BLOODY DIWALI (festival of lights)
By the road near their hauses
they were dragged by their peers,
their own blood,their co-villagers
that laugh off their painful tears.
The sky was dark and the sun was gone
but all could be get wind of and see
none had heared their scream and shout
except the one winged-bee.
If only dreaming of Avalon
or the virgin spring of Eden
can ease their tears,their pains,their fears
but hell controls their fading brain.
Five,six,ten who knows
how many stones hammered their knees,
how many wounds from axes and machetes
who knows how dreadful they can be.
At their last cry of discomfort
their final gasp of mortal air
their poor swollen bodies doused with gasoline,
were burnt alive...seeking justice,somewhere.
Somewhere where flowers freely bloom
where no cries of injustice upsets the day
where they could break the bars of gloom
and say: "I am free,I am free!".
Diwali is a festival Of Light.Of Good over Evil.Of Widom.Of Consciousness.Of Enlightenment.Of Truth.Of Spiritual Victory.Of Revolution.
Now that Diwali is being celebrated,people cant help remembering the two teenage girls who were victims of brutal gang attack by villagers for the reason that they werent escorted when they visited the homes of some boys, to share sweets and light crackers.They were stoned, and hacked with machetes and axes. As they lay unconscious and bleeding, they were doused with gasoline and burnt alive. The entire community then participated in a conspiracy of silence to hide their crime.
View the story on :
http://genderbytes.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/should-you-get-killed-for-ce...
THE BLOODY DIWALI (festival of lights)
By the road near their hauses
they were dragged by their peers,
their own blood,their co-villagers
that laugh off their painful tears.
The sky was dark and the sun was gone
but all could be get wind of and see
none had heared their scream and shout
except the one winged-bee.
If only dreaming of Avalon
or the virgin spring of Eden
can ease their tears,their pains,their fears
but hell controls their fading brain.
Five,six,ten who knows
how many stones hammered their knees,
how many wounds from axes and machetes
who knows how dreadful they can be.
At their last cry of discomfort
their final gasp of mortal air
their poor swollen bodies doused with gasoline,
were burnt alive...seeking justice,somewhere.
Somewhere where flowers freely bloom
where no cries of injustice upsets the day
where they could break the bars of gloom
and say: "I am free,I am free!".
Thursday, October 28, 2010
A Poem for Rizana Nafeek (A Sri Lankan domestic worker sentenced to death by beheading in Saudi Arabia)
Today the sky cast
a different shade of blue
Dimness, daylight, doves and tears
tells me I must do something for you,
Rizana...
Precious Rizana,my fellow Overseas Contract Worker,
lend me your ear as I speak,
hear the words from my heart that cares
to share your unfathomable throes.
I care for you
and the cries of your heart,
your adolescent heart that never
fully experienced the freedom of a teenager
because of poverty, hunger...
You embraced the responsibility that somehow
belongs to your parents but I know,
I truly understand it all;
the pain behind the sentiments between cycle and role
of poverty...
Behind those bars,
inside those walls
I can see you;
A lone white dove
with fractured wings
that was never taught to sing
unjustly
sentenced to death…….
By the most barbaric means
How heartbreaking is that scene?
You left your home for your family
and there you lay with a cold blank stare
away, so, so far away from home,
inside that cold prison, wither
by the fear, sorrow, pains, longing
of a daughter to hug her mother
of a daughter to kiss his father
of a sister....
that will soon became part of the history?
As the air grew thin
with the smell of death and fear
I felt the freezing cold
rushing through my veins
upon holding the rugs and brooms
both arduous and distressing
as tears escape twin streams of my soul.
I saw the executioner on my pc screen,
the rituals,
the swords,
I heard and listened to his testimony
word by word
like cutting daggers pressed into my heart.
So is this how it’s going to end?
Rizana...
Visions of sky turned black
as the twilight came
and the concluding curtain fell
for you..
at a very young age,
a hero to her family,
to the OCW's...
is so unacceptable. cruel…
I will pray for you
Rizana....
I, Airyn
a different shade of blue
Dimness, daylight, doves and tears
tells me I must do something for you,
Rizana...
Precious Rizana,my fellow Overseas Contract Worker,
lend me your ear as I speak,
hear the words from my heart that cares
to share your unfathomable throes.
I care for you
and the cries of your heart,
your adolescent heart that never
fully experienced the freedom of a teenager
because of poverty, hunger...
You embraced the responsibility that somehow
belongs to your parents but I know,
I truly understand it all;
the pain behind the sentiments between cycle and role
of poverty...
Behind those bars,
inside those walls
I can see you;
A lone white dove
with fractured wings
that was never taught to sing
unjustly
sentenced to death…….
By the most barbaric means
How heartbreaking is that scene?
You left your home for your family
and there you lay with a cold blank stare
away, so, so far away from home,
inside that cold prison, wither
by the fear, sorrow, pains, longing
of a daughter to hug her mother
of a daughter to kiss his father
of a sister....
that will soon became part of the history?
As the air grew thin
with the smell of death and fear
I felt the freezing cold
rushing through my veins
upon holding the rugs and brooms
both arduous and distressing
as tears escape twin streams of my soul.
I saw the executioner on my pc screen,
the rituals,
the swords,
I heard and listened to his testimony
word by word
like cutting daggers pressed into my heart.
So is this how it’s going to end?
Rizana...
Visions of sky turned black
as the twilight came
and the concluding curtain fell
for you..
at a very young age,
a hero to her family,
to the OCW's...
is so unacceptable. cruel…
I will pray for you
Rizana....
I, Airyn
Monday, October 25, 2010
Missing Home,Missing Philippines (From the heart of a Domestic Worker)
Fragrant joy
of better days
gone.
Here i am again
Trying to relive the sweet memories
of me and my family,
Here i am..
hurting more and more,
fading away like a word
from the lump of the world,
dimming away from the lights
of the only lamp hanging tonight
on the roof of the earth.
Such pain I pulled
out my painful days,my painful days...
they were devoured with pain...
On this cutting time,
the inimicable
element
of the wind's wave,
drags me to the core of te darkness.
My exhausted hands
pulsing...
the only spiraling lights
from the memories of better days...
Gone!
Gone...like the hardships that i had whispered
and carried out to the wind
the one that they easily forgotten
cast...left to the unknown
Gone...gone were those days
i felt like I'm a best kept secret
or a spider hunting,
phoenix rising...
for i was left alone;
a tangled helpless fly,
a mouse clutched in its claws...
ojust a filthy lie...
Lie,such a sad word
I lied if i say,"im okay"
Why?
I am trapped among the debris
that humanity ardently embraces
in twisted virtue abd principles...
Since the day the sole of my feet touched
the busy land of Hong Kong
until now...
I am nothing...
Yes,I am nothing to the one's
who never heared my cries
but rather rejoice,feasting while
drinking the wines of their Gods-Carlo Rossi,
working to death,
stuck in the darkness...
But i know...
Within this darkness lies the rays of the moonlight
illuminating the picture of my aunt,
my siblings and my father...
Back in our little home,
in my beloved homeland:
Philippines....
In there I am everything!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
By the River of Shatin
I found no darkness tonight
for you are sitting next to me...
Most precious breath of the night;
Mi Amor,
I am inhaling you inside me...
The sound of your voice;
My love,
penetrates my deep cuts;
cleansed them by its spellbinding ways...
On this parapsychological night
strange indeed,but
I astonishingly found myself
placed so gentle in a moment
well-founded than the Order of the Garter.
Oh love,heavens bless us tonight!
Each nerves,each bones of mine
performs its task in harmony with my heartbeat,
so gentle everytime your mellow touches fill me.
Just looking st you tonight,
each facet of your being
is an enthrallment...
Everytime your zealous eyes stare at me
It kindle the fire of courage in my within
to be the best woman that i can be
for you...
I am uniquely entrapped
to the echanter of such person as you
And never will i wish some metamorphosis of time...
For tonight,
from this very moment...
I willingly,not under orders will stay this way
In love with you for eternity
Mi Amor.
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I AM NOT LIKE YOU
(This was written for a girl whose father poured acid over her face and body when she was 10 months old)
No matter how beautiful
is that Gumamela you're attaching
lovingly on my ears, sister
I will never be like you.
Look at me from head to foot
I am wrapped with the hatred
every ugly thing that could latch onto
the very nerves of our father
Somehow he has still a little love left
to keep me alive and live
like a monster,
Obviously not like you...
Sometimes when I gaze in the mirror
the thought of living normally
carries my hopes away
to the unknown depths of solitude
I try to see what is not there
something that is not what the reflection reveals
and the smile that seems so distant
Under the lashes of my eyes
is a picture of my heart's desire
A father that tells her daughter
"you shouldn't be sad because i love you".
Hold my hand sister and feel
my pulse racing with my heartbeat
Mind swamped with cold treatment
Hold tight sister and let down the fog
The bitterness and shame Dad had bestowed me
after he poured the acid on my face and body
when i was ten months old.
Feel me sister,
let our pulses blend, like real gold
Although I am not like you...
The sea of perception yawns like hell
Every time it sees me...
Me and my ogre-like self...
Because i am not like you
and i will never be.
No matter how beautiful
is that Gumamela you're attaching
lovingly on my ears, sister
I will never be like you.
Look at me from head to foot
I am wrapped with the hatred
every ugly thing that could latch onto
the very nerves of our father
Somehow he has still a little love left
to keep me alive and live
like a monster,
Obviously not like you...
Sometimes when I gaze in the mirror
the thought of living normally
carries my hopes away
to the unknown depths of solitude
I try to see what is not there
something that is not what the reflection reveals
and the smile that seems so distant
Under the lashes of my eyes
is a picture of my heart's desire
A father that tells her daughter
"you shouldn't be sad because i love you".
Hold my hand sister and feel
my pulse racing with my heartbeat
Mind swamped with cold treatment
Hold tight sister and let down the fog
The bitterness and shame Dad had bestowed me
after he poured the acid on my face and body
when i was ten months old.
Feel me sister,
let our pulses blend, like real gold
Although I am not like you...
The sea of perception yawns like hell
Every time it sees me...
Me and my ogre-like self...
Because i am not like you
and i will never be.
Friday, September 10, 2010
TESTIMONY OF A SEXUALLY ABUSED CHILD
(This was based on a true story told by an abused girl named Steph)
TESTIMONY OF A SEXUALLY ABUSED CHILD
As i've watched the little flowers bloom
Thine be the gladness and mine be the doom
In solitude,the memories revived
The diabolical and grievous hell i had survived.
It all started when i was five
All the heavenly things and the earth were alive
Not until my mother pass away
Then an infinite feeling of inferno stirred me.
The misery and degredation entwined
Hobble all things with monstrousness behind
As the atrocious whispers float in the hill
My brother stand next to me,naked and still.
Father commanded him to stroke his snake
And if i refuse he smack my bottom and raped me himself
All the crystal and marble ive treasured suddenly break
Worst was my brother enjoyed to repeat it on quick.
I battled as ive crossed the thread of suffering
I had drowned my fears to the light approaching
CHILDLINE came and rolled the black clouds
My father was jailed but my travail ever growls loud.
(This poem was written after i read STEPH'S story.How horrible she had gone through in the hands of his father and brother,she courageously speak out in the Child Abuse Effects.)
TESTIMONY OF A SEXUALLY ABUSED CHILD
As i've watched the little flowers bloom
Thine be the gladness and mine be the doom
In solitude,the memories revived
The diabolical and grievous hell i had survived.
It all started when i was five
All the heavenly things and the earth were alive
Not until my mother pass away
Then an infinite feeling of inferno stirred me.
The misery and degredation entwined
Hobble all things with monstrousness behind
As the atrocious whispers float in the hill
My brother stand next to me,naked and still.
Father commanded him to stroke his snake
And if i refuse he smack my bottom and raped me himself
All the crystal and marble ive treasured suddenly break
Worst was my brother enjoyed to repeat it on quick.
I battled as ive crossed the thread of suffering
I had drowned my fears to the light approaching
CHILDLINE came and rolled the black clouds
My father was jailed but my travail ever growls loud.
(This poem was written after i read STEPH'S story.How horrible she had gone through in the hands of his father and brother,she courageously speak out in the Child Abuse Effects.)
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