as young as sampaguita in the farm
but stubborn as a mule
a pain in her mama's chest
her day cries if she doesn’t get
what she wants and days get longer
if she refused to do the chores
stubborn child, stubborn child, her mama said
it echoes back her ears
words she doesn’t want to hear
it isn’t her mama’s equation to solve
but she repudiates and spews dormant philippics
like an erupting volcanoes
stubborn child, stubborn child, her mama said
it echoes back her ears
words she doesn’t want to hear
but her papa was different different as he was
he held her stubbornness like a baby
in his arms so fragile
he put her in a hammock and heard her cry
like a deep broken voice no one hears
and saw her dark shadows no one sees
he, whose heart flows in her veins
lifted her up and soften her heart
as she lay them down his chest
she whispers upon the moon for a change
many nights before she retires to bed
but like ravens their feathers always black
she can’t understand why her mama only sees
the ugly face of stubbornness
but then for her she finds beauty from it
an ornament her breast wears
her will power!
that’s what she is