๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐บ (๐ฏ); ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ;
๐ด๐บ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ๐ฎ๐ด: ๐ด๐ญ๐ถ๐ต, ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ช๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ,
๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ'๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ
I know who I am
Yet I don't mind being contained inside a stereotype
I'd even laugh with them or crack a harder joke,
if that means with you, I'll get to spend more time.
I know that in surprise of my truth, they will all choke.
I know myself
I've sworn with blood I won't throw my heart so far
like a boomerang that carelessly takes flight,
but I don't mind the comfort of being inside your car
even more so being found with you there late at night.
I know what I want
I chase my dreams daily, men only every two years
And I don't mind the name-calling and naysays
Because what I want can't be bought with tears
and all they'll ever know about me is my name anyway.
I know what I'll get
But if it's you, I'll take what I can and hope I won't need
Even if it feels like looking into those eyes of yours is a crime
Because life before you have been stereotypical indeed
So I don't mind, no I don'tใ
กin hundreds of jails I'd merrily do time.
I know what you'll get
And if it's not me, there are always the girls
waiting for you back home
or the ones who anticipates you
wherever you may cross, dock or land
Because I have a feeling life after you
would feel like I've always been alone
But would you mind? If I ask you
to hold me longer and take my hand?
Do we know where we'll get?
If it's not with you and me,
there are thousand other pretty faces and luscious lips...
But can they ever fill the void I've left
and will I never stop thinking about what they lack?
Because I have a feeling there's more to this,
I've never missed anyone's hand on my hips...
But would you mind? If I ask you
to give me another night, will you ever come back?
In celebration of International Women's Day 2024 and of Filipinas, and the age-old stereotypes about us. ๐ธ