she is a child on the streets in the light of day.
dancing.
she has made a world of her own, here,
in tattered clothes and still-bright eyes.
she,
who lives in fear and smiles still—
braveheart.
this is the life she lives:
a fight for freedom even now,
a thirst for better days,
a kindness that remains.
this girl—she is a child.
and she is fury.
(beneath the worn-out dress there is a knife.
this child—she has been a fighter in so many lives.)
this lady—she reclaims her royal right.
for far too long she has been dealt too much dirt;
my child. she hurts.
generous child; sometimes I think she has been far too kind.
she has been cheated too many times.
good lady, take back all that they have taken.
I want it back; I want it back. we will take it back.
(this is a shout, a hope, a full demand.)
good lady, you deserve far more than what you have been given.
my lady, dear child,
still you smile.
my goddess,
stay bright.
unsheathe your knife;
raise your voice, speak honest words—
let battle cries be battle cries.
old heart of mine,
old heart of this land I love:
stay bright, stay bright.
we will take it back and more.
heal her.
(6/12/16. maligayang araw ng kalayaan, pilipinas.)
