My Philippines

I want change. And by that I meant, what I want to see is equality. When someone says Filipino, I want respect, not to be looked down on with disdain. Tracing our roots, the early Filipinos were not slaves/maids, thieves or prostitutes as others would imply. We were into fishing, jewelry making, pottery, and mining. We had our own little civilisation. We even had our own system of writing called "Baybayin / Alibata." Colonisation stripped us off our identity, pride and dignity. Over the centuries, we were slaves to our own country, marred by fear and trauma. We're a nation who knew life through struggle and fighting for our survival. 
I am not citing past occurences or using history as an excuse to justify the bad. But it should not be all black or white, let us not be easy to judge as we are all as bad as each other.
Today, I pay homage to my heroes; my grandpa, a brave soldier who fought for my freedom and survived,  "The Death March in Bataan" alongside other Filipino soldiers. And my nana, who, at 15 years old, lived in hiding for four years to escape torture and sexual abuse from the Japanese soldiers. She is my Anne Frank.
And as we celebrate Philippine Independence, Iet us take pride in our own achievements. It is good to honour other's greatness, but a shame to take credit off other's hardwork. Let us not forget that no one is a hero by association. We can't talk about wanting to see changes in our country but ignoring the little things we know we could do something about. Having said this, I got to go do stuff instead of yapping about it. 
 
~RochelleVillaflor©2012,  beautifulbruises ©2012

my blasphemy

i curse more
everyday
from unspeakable terror
of discrimination
the laws of the land
and the so-called upper hand
the lies about
the common good
from the tongues
of satanic pacifists,
preachy pedophiliac priests,
and the modern day pharisees
like cyanide seeping into
the bloodstream of humanity
asphyxiating our brothers
and sisters
to succumb or die
to be one of the herd
"thou shall not
yoke with unbelievers"
as it was written
speak no evil
follow his will
save your blood
save your life.

~ beautifulbruises©2012 , RochelleVillaflor©2012

sometimes...

sometimes I feel so nauseous
thinking about
all the sweet nothings
I know will eventually
end up in nothing sweet

sometimes I feel like my mum
so hardcore
a very self reliant career woman
who passed around men
like a karaoke microphone
smart, twisted and dark.

sometimes I feel like my dad
the emotionally crippled
who couldn't drive
without asking for directions
insecure, fidgety, temperamental.

sometimes I feel like a child
without a care in the world
who doesn't like to be told but doesn't
know what to do
hyperactive, innocent, reckless.

sometimes I feel like a man
shallow and easy
who desires without the ball and chain
get laid, wake up
get up and leave
an animal, simple.


~ beautifulbruises©

marrowsky

wish I could collect my thoughts
write them down
so poignant and organised
not schizophasic randomness
wish it was so easy
as how I would perceive it
in my vernacular
but I get caught up
and become the blundering fool
that I am
at a loss
with spoonerisms in between
crazy jargons here and there
oh my idiosyncrasies!

~ beautifulbruises©June2012, RochelleVillaflor©June2012

Run

waking up to gloomy London skies
casting a shadow on my little spark
breeding narcolepsy
caffeine, exhale life into me
help me survive Monday mundane
take me away
i'd love a walk in the park
in Kensington or Richmond
but a Barclays cycle hire would be so much better
because I really meant escape
i'd fill your void
if you would cover up my tracks
leave no trace of me
gone forever
my soul set free.

~ beautifulbruises©2012