My family tells me that
i'm very open minded with
the things that i've written out
inside my journal of poetry.
until you read the compelling
poems you will understand
why my journal of mga tula
was written the way that it
was,
I don't want people to
look at my journal of
mga tula and discriminate
the tranquility of this private
diary has to influence so many
people who tend to read it.
People around me doesnt
seem to understand why i'm
Pagsulat this journal in the manner
that i am, so they can understand
why my mga tula means the way that it
does to me,
i'm very open minded with
the things that i've written out
inside my journal of poetry.
until you read the compelling
poems you will understand
why my journal of mga tula
was written the way that it
was,
I don't want people to
look at my journal of
mga tula and discriminate
the tranquility of this private
diary has to influence so many
people who tend to read it.
People around me doesnt
seem to understand why i'm
Pagsulat this journal in the manner
that i am, so they can understand
why my mga tula means the way that it
does to me,
Is it okay to be
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
madami belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
You that I don't
pag-ibig you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
pag-ibig me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like you who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted you I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami pag-ibig me?
Do you know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....
Note: this short story is fictional. :)
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
madami belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
You that I don't
pag-ibig you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
pag-ibig me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like you who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted you I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami pag-ibig me?
Do you know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....
Note: this short story is fictional. :)