I am but one of many in a field of white
tears glistening like dewdrops catching first light
good sir, they call me “Daisy,”
but I have nothing else to my good name
you plucked me out of isolation,
like a wild heart to be tamed
back and forth, push and pull, misery and more misery
tension fills the air,
where is your honor? where is my dignity?
I fight back but it back fires
yellow hearts hide on skin in plain sight
acute pain as sharp as a blade of grass
I mourn who you are and I mourn who I was
two revolutions around the sun has burned everything to the ground
tranquility is temporary when the fire is inside the house
when the rain comes tomorrow, I pray you will drown
and I will be in a field of white wearing a gold crown
Apr 17
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I am but one of many in a field of white
tears glistening like dewdrops catching first light
good sir, they call me “Daisy,”
but I have nothing else to my good name
you plucked me out of isolation,
like a wild heart to be tamed
back and forth, push and pull, misery and more misery
tension fills the air,
where is your honor? where is my dignity?
I fight back but it back fires
yellow hearts hide on skin in plain sight
acute pain as sharp as a blade of grass
I mourn who you are and I mourn who I was
two revolutions around the sun has burned everything to the ground
tranquility is temporary when the fire is inside the house
when the rain comes tomorrow, I pray you will drown
and I will be in a field of white wearing a gold crown
People v. Genosa, G.R. No. 135981, January 15, 2004
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