Tayo na lagi na lang
Napag-iiwanan,
Nasa hulihan
Sa karahasan, katamaran
Nasa'n ang katapusan

Natutulog?
Hindi
Tayo ay gising na gising
Mulat ang mga mata sa katotohanan
Pero
Hanggang sa kasalukuyan
Nakahiga
Nakabaluktot
Nakahandusay
Sa kamang minantsahan
Ng mga patak ng dugo at luha at
Dinungisan
Ng mga apak ng mga dayuhan
Pati na rin ng mga tao sa sarili nating bayan

Kasi naman
Sino bang makakatulog dito
Sa lakas ng sigaw
Para sa tulong at hustisiya
Sa ingay ng iyak ni bunso
Para sa tatay na nawalay
Sa lagkit ng dumi
Na bumabalot sa pulitika
Sa baho ng amoy
Ng nabubulok na sistema

Ilang daang taon, nakahiga pa rin
Namanhid na ba tayo sa tagal ng panahon?
Nabulag sa yaman?
Nalasing sa kapangyarihan?
Nahilo sa ikot ng mundo?
O nawalan ng pag-asa na lang ba tayo?

Gising pero hindi pa rin nakabangon
Sa bayang hindi naman mangmang,
Wala lamang pakialam

I find it funny how we always try
to cover up ourselves with the
smallest particles of powder
and colored dust

to change the pigments
of our natural skin tones and hues
that pride in the beauty marks
and dimpled cheeks

how we are enamored by the world
and what it tries so hard to be

but we don't even realize that we
have come from dust ourselves
we make up the fascinations

without even trying

the difference with us and the dust of the world
is that we were hand chosen
to be made into an image
from the Heavens
beautiful

Into a place far away but too familiar,
I push open the rusty purple gates,
Inhale a lungful of the province air,
Kick away blue pebbles on the dusty ground,
And then
Mano my lolo, my tito
Beso my lola, my tita
And give my cousins a nudge on the arm,
A pinch on the cheeks.

I squeeze between four people
In a rickety wooden bench and
Pass around plate after heavy plate.
I fill my banana leaf
With spaghetti too soft too sweet,
Almost like pudding,
With crispy chicken dripping with oil.
I wash it off with a cool glass of gulaman,
Chewy beads and gems in sugary water.

Fathers talk about basketball, boxing, billiards;
Mothers browse through photo albums and magazines;
While we children argue about Superman or Batman.
Our laughter fills the humid air
And goes up, up, up to the ears of the neighbors.

In celebration of the time we have together
And a nice sunny day
We devour our meals
And go ahead and
Climb trees and
Get our faces sticky with sweet fruits,
Lick chocolate ice popsicles,
Chase each other in the weedy playground,
Bike around town,
Pick colorful flowers,
Wrestle with each other,
Play badminton on a windy day,
Scare around chickens and guinea pigs,
And play patintero under the dull orange street lamps.

We nervously creep inside the back door,
All sweaty, bearing bruises and scratches
But still with wide smiles on our faces.
All is futile though.
An angry grandmother awaits,
Scolding us for
Coming home past sunset.

More and more stars glitter the sky
As the night gets deeper and deeper.
The gentle evening breeze whistles a note
As it enters through the window.
The karaoke blasts grating voices
Interrupted by hearty laughter.
Playing cards and corn chips litter the table.
We children exchange jokes and ghost stories.

And then,
We bid our goodbyes,
Sharing hugs and kisses
Stained with discontent and sadness.
Our hearts about to burst
In excitement for the next
Reunion.