WHEN I FINISH HIGHSCHOOLNanay
is pregnant again
There are now ten
siblings in our brood
Tatay is better
than a magician
He believes in God's call
to go out in the world
and multiply
Maybe the heavens
do not know
that there is no more
space in our barrio-
When the stomach
of our youngest one
turns sour
When the shopkeeper
comes to collect
I run to our neighbour
ashamed of this all
It's Okey-
When I reach highschool
I won't worry anymore
Since my best friend
has been telling me
when we finish highschool
we will stow away
to the big city
work on any job
so that I have something
to send to the forever
angry shopkeeper.
*Sculpture "Sorrow" is by the author and poem is translated from Cebuano "Inig-gradweyt Nako sa Haiskul"
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