I wake up to the fact
that I am not where
I need to be and I need
water to shove it down
my throatI'm distracted with my eyes
flitting through glittering skies
and unreachable stars
—I've forgotten who I am now—
and I wake up to the fact
that I need to pack,
go on a journey,
to find it againIt's long gone
—the blissful ignorance
I enjoyed in my youth
Instead, I'm faced with
the reality of brittle shores
and merciless keeping of scoresPeople say who they are not
and I believe it with all my heart
—humans should be inherently
honest—but I wake up to the fact
that not only are they not honest,
they go out of their way to lie
just to get what they wantI'm a child thrust into
a society of malice and greed
and how they wreck my only home
—so maybe I don't really have one—
I wake up to that fact and
it takes more than blood
to shove it down my throatThe small prices to pay,
the endless misery
who came to play
I wake up to the fact
that we don't have much left
and we spend the time
pulling each other down
until children like me
have no future
to look forward toI wake up to that fact
and honestly, I don't mind
that I do
BINABASA MO ANG
an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
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