Poetry

It’s been very stressful and busy – I apologize for not posting regularly.

So I pop in today with a bit of poetry –
Please enjoy.

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What I long for
is to speak
my language
loud, clearly,
in front of the classroom.

I long to speak my language
– as the legitimate language of instruction
– not to be translated
– not as the exception
– not like we’ll return to English in just a sec

I long to speak and hear
my tongue
to share with others
like me
not like me
and tell the world about myself
and who I am.

Poem Series: #2

How colonialism operates to encompass even the sounds from one’s mouth.
How even this must be controlled. Reined in.
Kept subservient and to the satisfaction of the master.

Nothing is safe.

Take your children and your bodies,
away from this possessive clutch.

– The hegemony of English and the refusal of Filipino mouths to let go of their mother tongues. The way the r’s roll and vowels sing. Never forget this.

(A reflection from reading some works by Vincente L. Rafael.)

Update!

So I’m not gonna lie – but it’s difficult to find time for self reflective writing when you’ve willingly submerged yourself in coursework and side projects.

So, I have a proposition:

Recently, I’ve been writing poems on the side when the moment strikes me. Until I eventually make the time to post a longer piece, I will posting these poems as they pop up.

(And I’ll be right back from one that appeared a couple of days ago.)