misa sa edsa shrine
an ugly dance
i was a teenager.
he was a child.
i was clean.
he was unbathed.
I smelled like peaches.
He smelled like spoiled food.
I wore slippers against the heat of the gravel.
He had his feet pressed against the heat.
my clothes were perfect.
His was full of holes.
I was smiling.
He was frowning.
I crossed my arms in front of me.
He held up his with open palms towards me.
I lifted my head and looked towards the cross.
He bowed his head down and stared at a coin.
I listened to the priest.
He listened to money being passed around.
I see God here.
He sees money here.
I look at him again.
He is not looking at me.
He is smiling.
I am crying.
I was a teenager
But he was a child.
*something is very wrong in the system.
Let us not pretend to be blind.
Lives are at stake.
Please vote well.
i was a teenager.
he was a child.
i was clean.
he was unbathed.
I smelled like peaches.
He smelled like spoiled food.
I wore slippers against the heat of the gravel.
He had his feet pressed against the heat.
my clothes were perfect.
His was full of holes.
I was smiling.
He was frowning.
I crossed my arms in front of me.
He held up his with open palms towards me.
I lifted my head and looked towards the cross.
He bowed his head down and stared at a coin.
I listened to the priest.
He listened to money being passed around.
I see God here.
He sees money here.
I look at him again.
He is not looking at me.
He is smiling.
I am crying.
I was a teenager
But he was a child.
*something is very wrong in the system.
Let us not pretend to be blind.
Lives are at stake.
Please vote well.
posted by marj @ 10:40 PM
4 Comments:
At 12:06 AM ,
Anonymous said...
MARJ, did you make this? It's so nice. :)
I am so touched with the poem and with the words in the end. THERE IS something wrong with the system. Thank you for recognizing that as well. :)
God bless.
At 8:50 PM ,
marj said...
thanks ate cheenee :) but it is really sad :( i really felt helpless wala akong magawa nung tym na un :( pero salamat uli! :)
At 8:55 PM ,
Anonymous said...
My understanding is that you tried to stress out the wrongness in our society's system by contrasting yourself engaging normally in an act fit for the moment with another person, a child, who's understanding of that moment is already different from the objective of the place, time and event that is taking place. Here the issue of poverty is also raised, especially in the way that the child watches the coins rather than exercise his right to a religion inside of a Church. By doing this, you were able to imply that the basic necessities he needs are not sufficed and hence normalcy in his growing as a person is already dented at such a young age and probably the rest of his life since childhood plays a decisive part in our growth. Jose Rizal stated the obvious when he said that our future is in the hands of the youth, indeed it is. If our youth is like the child in this poem, then we are creating a vicious cycle of dented youths and hence a dented future for our nation. Add to that, there is great irony in the smile of the child. He probably doesn't see his saddening state because of his naivety, nevertheless, that doesn't change the truth which could be seen by your crying as he smiles. The poem, however, doesn't stop in making us aware of the wrongness in the system. It unveils to us a fact that we can make a difference in as simple as voting responsibly for our nation's leaders. Here there is a shred of hope which could be just as dim as a lit candle, however, it is still a source of light, a srouce of hope. It may not be able to light up everything, however, it could just be enough to make us not stumble and be forever lost in the dark. Thank you for your words, they intrigued me and let my dulling mind exercise. Keep on writing and don't let your avid readers wait too long for another installment (wushu flattered ka siguro. Take care. Aureus.
At 11:35 PM ,
marj said...
haha well done oreo. well done :D
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