Women Rising

I am a woman. I was born in the simple life three provinces away from the metro, but that does not make me ignorant of the truths of life. I was born, not in a high-end hospital, but with blades cutting my mother’s skin, careful not to touch the baby girl inside, and too close …

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Kapag ba nagmahal ka

  Kapag ba nagmahal ka Kapatid ba nito ang dusa, luha, at kirot Kaagapay ba nito ang paglisan at distansya Kasama nga ba sa hiling ang duda, tanong, at pangamba Kagabi, tinanong kita: “Kapag ba nag-away tayo, iiwan mo ako?” At ang sabi mo, “Depende.” At ang sagot ko, “Bakit?” At ang saad mo, “Basta.” …

Here, again

Comfortably, she lets her hand fall into space, into the air–like there is no gravity, like there is nothing coming between her fingers and the universe; she stares uncontrollably– the world beaming with senses, with colors, with overwhelming sounds “can you hear that, heart? can you hear the leaves, waves, answering back to you?” The …

Museum of Sunsets

Do not go back to what hurts you. I tried to say that before I stepped down from the bus. This place, this city, is special for me. The city lights, the fresh books lining up the stairwell, the six-pm bikes, the strangers’ faces, the soft hushes and loud laughs, the familiarity, the sensations swelling …

Why we burn

i. I woke up with the taste of my own flesh. I woke up grasping for air, looking for what I miss most: freedom. I never thought doing what you like would harm you this much. I never thought things have to end–not because we want it to be, but because we simply cannot have …

your face? your business

it's quite tricky to live in a world torn between telling you to accept your flaws/external appearance while also trying to degrade you by parading women having flawless white skin, eyebrows on fleek, rosy cheeks, full thick lips to make you insecure and to encourage you to buy lotions, face moisturizers, brown/black eyebrow pencils, nude/matte …

Tactless Diction

*Published as the editorial article in Verbatim, the official student magazine of Bataan Peninsula State University - Balanga Campus, on 2014. Even the word freedom has its boundaries. Before the end of the first semester of this academic year, numerous pages in Social Networking Site (SNS) were created by Bataan Peninsula State University (BPSU) students …

yester-cry

2017 was a joke. It was the punch line after the cloth became the rabbit and the queen of hearts disappeared. It was served to you right after you have tasted that sour spaghetti and savored that pineapple juice in colorful cups. The clown approached you, asked you about what you want, replied him with …