Ipinanganak na mayaman,
Kakambal niya ang kasamaan,
Tanyag sa kapangyarihan,
Ngunit ang kaluluwa'y nangungulila sa kapayapaan,
Naghahanap ng kalinga't kaginhawaan.

Di niya iniisip ang kapakanan nang karamihan,
Sariling interes lamang ang pinapahalagahan,
Nanunungkulan ngunit puso'y di para sa bayan,
Kakampi niya ang droga't magnanakaw sa kaban ng bayan.

Kung ito'y iyo ng nasaksihan,
Bakit mo pa rin pinipili ang isang utusan?
Na tayong lahat ay kanyang alipin lamang.
Gumising ka kabataan!
Ninanais mo bang matikman ang tunay na kalayaan?
Idilat mo ang iyong mga mata at tingnan ang kapaligiran.

Ano ang nangyayari sa iyong nasasakupan?
Pagmasdan mo ang naka-abang na kasalukuyan,
Tayo'y pinaiikot sa kamay ng kanyang kapalaran,
Maging isa kang huwarang mamamayan,
Upang pagbabago ay maramdaman ng sambayanan.

Iligtas mo ang iyong kapwa Pilipinong nahihirapan,
Huwag mo silang pababaya-an,
Lagi **** tandaan,
Kailangan namin ang iyong tapang at panindigan,
Huwag kang magbulag-bulagan,
Oo! Tama! sa iyo nakasalalay,
Ang tamis ng tagumpay.


Ibigay mo ang tunay na kahulugan,
Salitang-----kasarinlan,
Tiyak! Pilipinas ay di mapag-iiwanan,
Kahit sa anumang larangan,
Makakamtan nito ang inaasam-asam na pagbabago,
Laban Pinoy! Laban Pinay! Laban Pilipino!
Ibandila mo ang iyong tunay na pagkatao!
Ialay mo ang iyong buhay,
Upang tayo'y hindi bilanggo habambuhay,
Huwag mo hayaang tayo'y magiging alipin,
Sa isang taong may puso ngunit-----walang pag-ibig!!!

𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘺 (𝘯); 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺;
𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘴: 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵, 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳,
𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦

I know who I am
Yet I don't mind being contained inside a stereotype
I'd even laugh with them or crack a harder joke,
if that means with you, I'll get to spend more time.
I know that in surprise of my truth, they will all choke.

I know myself
I've sworn with blood I won't throw my heart so far
like a boomerang that mindlessly takes flight.
But I don't mind being inside the comfort of your car,
especially being found with you there late at night.

I know what I want
I chase my dreams daily, men only every two years
And I don't mind the name-calling and naysays
Because what I want can't be bought with tears
and all they'll ever know about me is my name anyway.

I know what I'll get
But if it's you, I'll take what I can and hope I won't need
Even if it feels like looking into those eyes of yours is a crime
Because life before you have been stereotypical indeed
So I don't mind, no I don'tㅡin hundreds of jails I'd merrily do time.

I know what you'll get
And if it's not me, there are always the girls
waiting for you back home
or the ones who anticipates you
wherever you may cross, dock or land
Because I have a feeling life after you
would feel like I've always been alone
But would you mind? If I ask you
to hold me longer and take my hand?

Do we know where we’ll go next or what we'll both get?
If it's not with you and me,
there are thousand other pretty faces and luscious lips...
But can they ever fill the void I've left?
and will I ever stop thinking about what they lack?
Because I have a feeling there's more to this,
I've never missed anyone's hand on my hips...
But would you mind? If I ask you
to give me another night, will you ever come back?

I still remember her pinay almond eyes and peanut butter smile
even though she was a cracked nut.

I still remember chewing on her whiskey-sponged lips
her Koala cheeks and the Melbourne burn of her voice.

I still remember her throwing fits and things at me
we’ll chalk that up as the hazards of dating a Dominican woman.

I still remember her Grand Canyonized Salma Hayek thighs
as fat and meaty as her spicy Mexican tortas.

I still remember the coca leaf nature of her walk
and the precise coffee of her eyes that kept me up all night.

I still remember her catracha scent when escaping her man
just to lay the blue frosting of her clandestine mouth on mine.

I still remember her swiftly poetic like a Chico Barque song
the Brazilian beauty who netted in my heart a Pelé-size goal.

I still remember them.