Recorded Pause
Faded
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Your arms are wilting, losing their brilliance and their strength.
Your confidence is breaking, making you unsure of your steps.
Should we blame time or just yield to our inexorable fate?
Or shed a petal, leave a mark despite our helpless state?
Poverty line
We see through the looking glass and sympathize.
We place our hands on the smooth surface and feel the cold.
Our fingers become numb but never with pain.
There's some heat nearby quelling our shivers.
There's always fire warming us.
There's always a glass separating us.
When do we throw the stones and cross over?
When do we share our fire?
Black dream
I dream of climbing your branches, never minding the splinters that could hurt my skin.
I brave the heights and swallow my fear with every step, every pull against gravity.
I steady myself against the wind, tightening my grip around your body.
You sway with its force, and yet you remain rooted.
I reach the top, pump my fist in the air and feel fulfilled.
I shout against fear, "I won" and wipe my blood and sweat.
I look down and realize that I'm the only one celebrating.
Masculinity
You hover above me and feel superior.
You trace all of me and feel possessive.
You move inside me and feel in control.
All these you do and yet you forget that I only let you.
Blossomed Top
With pride I stood above them. With fulfillment I beat my chest.
With humility I remember my beginnings. With an effort I reached my dreams.
Forsaken innocence
Where's the childlike wonder in your eyes?
Where's your laughter that fills your mother's heart with hope?
Where's is the smile that lifts your father's burdens?
When did the years become cruel to you?
When did the scales of your eyes expose the bitter reality?
Where is the child in you?
* All photos taken in Baguio City: Girl Scout of the Philippines & Camp John Hay, GMA, Cavite and Surigao del Norte, year 2007-2008.
.
Your arms are wilting, losing their brilliance and their strength.
Your confidence is breaking, making you unsure of your steps.
Should we blame time or just yield to our inexorable fate?
Or shed a petal, leave a mark despite our helpless state?
Poverty line
We see through the looking glass and sympathize.
We place our hands on the smooth surface and feel the cold.
Our fingers become numb but never with pain.
There's some heat nearby quelling our shivers.
There's always fire warming us.
There's always a glass separating us.
When do we throw the stones and cross over?
When do we share our fire?
Black dream
I dream of climbing your branches, never minding the splinters that could hurt my skin.
I brave the heights and swallow my fear with every step, every pull against gravity.
I steady myself against the wind, tightening my grip around your body.
You sway with its force, and yet you remain rooted.
I reach the top, pump my fist in the air and feel fulfilled.
I shout against fear, "I won" and wipe my blood and sweat.
I look down and realize that I'm the only one celebrating.
Masculinity
You hover above me and feel superior.
You trace all of me and feel possessive.
You move inside me and feel in control.
All these you do and yet you forget that I only let you.
Blossomed Top
With pride I stood above them. With fulfillment I beat my chest.
With humility I remember my beginnings. With an effort I reached my dreams.
Forsaken innocence
Where's the childlike wonder in your eyes?
Where's your laughter that fills your mother's heart with hope?
Where's is the smile that lifts your father's burdens?
When did the years become cruel to you?
When did the scales of your eyes expose the bitter reality?
Where is the child in you?
* All photos taken in Baguio City: Girl Scout of the Philippines & Camp John Hay, GMA, Cavite and Surigao del Norte, year 2007-2008.