Gusto ko ng panibagong balat.
Iyong maputi at makinis.
Mala porselana,
Na halos kuminang tuwing masisinagan ng araw.
Kabisado ko ang bilang ng araw,
Na ginugugol sa ilalim ng araw kakabanat.

Ngunit,
Ang panibagong balat,
Hindi nito ako kayang protektahan, alam ko.
Lilimitahan lamang nito ang mga nalalaman ko.
Ngunit,
Sa panibagong balat, nais ko magsimula.
Kilalanin at kalimutan ng halos magkasabay,
Ang imahe ng nakakadiri kong balat.

Bilang ang peklat.
Sukat ko kung gaano kalalim ito,
Noong sugat pa lamang.
Kaya ko gusto ng bagong balat para pagtakpan ito.
Baka sakaling iwasto ng bago kong balat,
Ang mga naimali ko.

Makikilala kaya ako ng ibang tao,
Sa bagong balat na suot ko?

Marahil hindi,
sana hindi,
panigurado hindi.

Nais kong magtago,
Sa paraan kung paano ako lulutang ng hubo't hubad.
Nang hindi ko na itatakip,
Ang aking palad sa aking dibdib,
Dahon sa ibaba ng puson.

Isisigaw ko ang salitang "PUTA!" ng napakalakas,
Halos magsisilabas
Ang mga putang mismong makakarinig,
At yayakapin ko sila.

Dahil bago ang balat ko, ito'y mainit.
Kumpara sa nahamugan kong balat kagabi.
Malinis,
Kumpara sa balat kong may dampi ng mabahong laway.
Mabango,
Kumpara sa mumurahing aficionado na nahaluan
Ng pawis ni Ricardo kagabi.

Bagong balat.
Ibebenta ko ang luma kong balat,
Sa gabing ito.
Bilhin mo ang aking balat.

May panibago bukas,
Pag-asa, hamon,
Mantikilya sa loob ng pandesal.

Gamit ang luma kong balat,
Makakabili pa ba ako ng bago?

Magkaiba ang bagong uri sa bagong palit.
Ang balat ko, nalaspag na.
Tulad ng puti kong damit,
Hindi na ito puti.

Marumi ang titig ko.
Marumihin ang aking naisuot.
Ang balat ko ay puno ng mantsa,
Ngunit bago ang aking suot ngayon, bagamat,
Iisa parin ng uri.

Balat na nakalaan para ulitin ang pagrumi at
Yurak sa puti kong suot.
Bagong balat, kulay puti.
Wala na akong maisuot.

Hubad na ang aking puri.
Hindi ko masuot ang salapi.
Magkano pera mo? Tara?
Nais mo bang makita ang aking balat?

Hello,
To the person who suffers from heartache
Never ever harm yourself or live at stake
You are bolder dear, it’s just a piece of cake
Show them that it’s worth that ******* break

Bonjour,
To whoever pressured thyself to be belonged
Never ever do things that they’ll summoned
You don’t need to adjust yourself in common
That is neither a provision or an act of canon

Namaste,
To the person who solemnly reckons
To be recognized by his mighty idols
Day dreaming of certain fancies
Someday you’ll soon be noticed

Aloha,
To that someone who slowly loses hope
Never ever prepare a swaying rope
For God is with us; believe in this prose
There’s a lit lurking; everything has its caused

A person asked me, “What keeps you living?”
I stared through his eyes as I said, “Oxygen.”
I am that one out of a million sarcastic teen
But my answer nearly seems right, am I right?

He just looked into my hazel eyes, waiting
I can read it, he wants a philosophical answer
Yet I’m only a mere, neither Socrates or Plato
Then I started reading between those lines

I have lived because of the presence of air
Because of a girl fighting her breast cancer
Because of an orphan striving for success
A blind old woman who still find happiness

The mighty soldiers who fought in the battle
Unbreakable love of a long distance couple
If I tell you all my reason of me being alive
This piece might be the world’s longest prose

Ross⚊ a girl who talks ‘bout verse
She neither speak ***** nor curse
She help, assess, aid like a nurse
Known to be the purest of universe

Little did you know she’s a reverse
She can turn to a demon or worse
When nobody’s out to watch for her
She called daddy that was once her sire

Liberated, ****, and such name it
She possessed all, an acknowledgment
Dared to do things you could ever think
A demure to savage within a blink

Did you know?

Airport witnessed more kisses
than weddings in the churches?

An orphan smiles way bigger
than that of a winner?

Examination room filled a lot more
nervous than a man courting a girl

Hospitals flooded more tears
than cries from the cemetery

Being rejected hurts a lot more
than a deep wound from your core?

And someone secretly loves you,
you just don’t know

I’ve known every inch of you
yet you barely know my hue

I’m that lone girl from afar
while you’re with someone you desire

When everyone’s now following you
I became stagnant bounded my glue

I have made a countless wave
yet I am nothing to be noticed

They’d say I should forget ‘bout you
but I can’t control lookin’ at your view

Hoping one day you’ll turn your back
and our eyes will suddenly interact

So here I am writing this into poetry
hoping you might read this activity