Dear Society,
This is a plea
From a broken girl
In this damaged world
A girl who never had the chance
To be herself in fear of being rejected
Cast aside for not following the public norms
This is a plea
For God's sake society,
A girl's body is not a toy
A piece of material to be passed around and thrown to the ground
To be torn and beaten
Bruised black and blue- bleeding through
Her very being
A person's dreams
Are not shared to be downgraded for being
Too childish, unachievable, and unrealistic
And yet, the sky is the limit?
For God's sake society,
Suicide is not a joke
Out of the eight hundred thousand children that take their lives
Or tried and failed to succeed
How much blood covers your hands
Just cuz you 'joke around'
Saying things you don't understand
That girl fights at home
The real reason she's always alone is cuz she's scared
Scared of someone seeing her vulnerable
Since the pressure says crying is for the weak
Wearing long sleeves to hide her scarred over scars
Going through life where everything is bleak
Dear God society,
This is a plea
Since when was suffering admirable
Five foot seven a hundred and ten pounds
Curvy figure and pale skin
So perfect - society says
She's dying! But you wouldn't know
It doesn't matter, just look at her figure
Toxic build up in her body and five years old
Anorexia at ten, bulimia at fifteen
How much longer until it's finally seen
Her ribs - jutting from her sides
Held in place
sa pamamagitan ng only the pale paper mache they call her skin
For God's sake society!
Is there really a reason
For labels and names to organize people in boxes like kalye signs
Saying what goes in which direction
Piling on a thick ulap and shame and hate
Just because of the kind of person we want to be and date
Dear society,
This was a plea
Isn't it clear?
Things in this era are madami than they appear
On the surface -
We're all people here
Playing this game of what society say goes
Cookie-cutter impressions of the human race
Anything different would be a disgrace
When can we act like people and stop moving out of fear
Of things we can't control
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my puso is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look pasulong to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my puso is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look pasulong to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
