Romans & histoires Spoken Poetry Tungkol Sa Gender Equality

Her presence wraps around me like a second spine. And deep down, one truth settles into my bones: It would be better for everyone to die than to live in a world where worth is measured by gender. Better ashes than hierarchy. Better silence than selection. The fire bends around me as I move through it. It doesn’t touch me. It doesn’t burn me. It almost… bows. A woman stumbles out of a house, coughing, dragging two children behind her. No one rushes to help her because she isn’t considered “valuable.”

STOP The white line of respect for so many feminine existences has been outdated for too long with impunity Every two and a half days what infamy the irremediable happens A woman falls under heavy blows of a man of his vain drunken rages STOP The line turned red of the blood of so many citizens is an insult to the laws to the rules who must protect all beings regardless of gender STOP The woman has too long just his two miserable hands in silence and suffering also in indifference only had to oppose dementia of an almighty male STOP Against the wall of these ignominies thousands of hands together stand up loud and clear to remind

They open the new submissions, journals, sketches, coded dreams, solar poems, sky-written vows. They place them inside. Then they bow their heads. Not in grief. But in reverence. Because they know: The fire is not in the pages. It is in the choice to write them. So I keep burning. Through drought and war. Through joy and birth. Through quiet revolutions that look like hugs, and wild ones that sound like protests. Every time someone chooses compassion over control… I spark. Every time a young girl dares to say, “I have something to say”…

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

‘Are you managing other couples? “Yes.’ She replied. “And this poem, full of anger and directed at my mother, is capable of helping one of these couples?” “Yes. One of the couples that I handle.” Cupid confirmed. "But how? How can my poem possibly make a difference for someone else?" Cupid's tone remained steady as she explained, "Because sometimes, May, the raw honesty and vulnerability in our written words can touch places in others that ordinary spoken words cannot. Your poem can be that catalyst." The idea was both heartening and daunting. Could my words written in anger truly carry such weight?

Dead batteries tested, windshield washed clean, ready to shelter no rain, even the 17th fly coming to feel your spine, your shoulder blades the twin tunnels the rising Phteah Keung I’m a mess I need to go somewhere else. The roads, oh they’re paved for your courage, road signs newly painted though they’re sick to death of neon. Spine, I wake up early to catch not the sun but the careful subtext of your hips telling me that there’s not a day brighter than your special scrambled eggs. We seek explanations, we carry flags. Please remember to feed the cat as ordinary conversations may sink if your head’s going from point to point, tropical to jazz.

he turned it into “Salubong sa Bagong Kabanata” Mulat ang siyang diwa ng bawat isa, Lahat ay may bakas ng ngiti sa mukha, Kapaligiran ay busog sa musika, Bata, matanda, handang-handa na sila, Sa pagsalubong sa bagong kabanata, Tuwa’t galak, bagong taon, parating na. I couldn’t help but to smile as I read the first stanza. I just know that he is good at creating Tagalog poems too. He is always using English as his medium.