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Louise Mar 8
๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜บ (๐˜ฏ); ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ;
๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด: ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ,
๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ

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. ๐ŸŒธ
Ambiguous Frizz Sep 2019
Ngiting pinagkakait
dahil sa pananakit

Pusong 'di nakakaramdam
ngayo'y pagod na't hinahapo

Nakakulong sa lilim ng mapagpanggap
ang natatanging nagagawa ay magsulat

Magsayaw o kaya'y umawit

Hindi dahil nagdiriwang
o kaya'y maligaya

Kundi itanggi, itakwil
lumbay na nadarama
Malaya ka nga ba?
Pam Dayao Dec 2016
I am deaf.

I am deaf when people bring up a traumatizing or embarrassing moment and tease me about it; when people think it's okay because it's just a "joke."

I am deaf when people point out my insecurities; my crooked teeth, my unruly hair, my body and the scar on my forehead: the things I can't control about myself.

I am deaf when people use my gender against me, ostracize me on things because I am a girl; when they think I am only living to cook, clean and make myself pretty, when they use the line: "Kababae **** tao..."

I am deaf when people mock my faith and shame me for my principles, the things I believe in and what I fight for; when they say "eh di wow" "dami **** alam" or such.

I am deaf when people tell me they will leave or I should leave, saying I am "too much" or "I don't give enough;" when people make me feel inadequate and dismiss me over petty reasons.

I am deaf when people pick on me, use my past and mistakes against me; when people fail to see who I am, and what I am today.

**I am deaf, but my heart hears it all.
jacky Jan 2015
Ito pala ang pakiramdam ng ligaw na damo,
may pangangailangang kinukuha sa hamog ng umaga,
sa lupang kakarampot, at sa katas ng ibang ugat ng ibang halaman.
Ito pala ang pakiramdam ng ligaw na damo,
nananahimik na namumuhay sa anino ng tunay na sibol
ng kalikasan. Ano ang aking silbi kung ang langit na nais kong marating ay hanggang talampakan lamang ng tao?
Ano ang aking silbi?

Ito pala ang pakiramdam ng ligaw na damo,
mabubuhay ng walang halaga,
mawawala ng walang sinasambit.
Trying my best to write in my native language // I'll post a translation

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