Open your eyes,
look into mine,
If you see lies,
Will it be fine?
Let's play pretend,
Darling of mine,
Or will it depend?
Whether you break or bend?
Will I have one more chance?
And take your hand,
Will all be forgiven?
Or forever hold a grudge,
Take the chance I'm given,
And reach for one last touch.

I don't wish the power to be in hands of a woman
I don't wish the power to be in hands of a man
The world will be a better place...
only when millions of beings will be seen as one.



This is what the the feminist said.

(me and my shadow)

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The evening air was cool
that rainless night in June
on the street, i looked around
my backward steps were measured
i needed a right spot,
i needed a good shot
for, up there, a creamy full moon
hung above the neighbor's roof...

the pavement was moonglowed
whence stood me and my shadow,
no noise, not even a soft wind's blow
as if God had stilled the world,
a finger on His lips, to stop all sounds
and movements...to call my attention,
...........to waken my perception...

then, i heard a hurried crash in the dark,
i thought, perhaps, a bat made its mark
in my mind, and up my spine, fear sparked
a cold wind swayed the branches
followed by thumps on the ground, a crunch
of footsteps, confirmed all my hunches,

God, both my feet refused to cooperate,
'til i felt something in my pocket vibrate

thank God for my phone, it shook my limbs,
until.....fear no longer kept my mind dim

i whisked...away from the pavement,
enough of these moonglowed moments!


Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 30, 2019