for the International Youth Day celebration 12 August 2015

Publisher’s NoteWe deeply acknowledge the young Filipinos who contributed pieces of their work in this collection of poems, photographs and visual artworks which reflect creativity, versatility and the liberation of their young voices.

Their contributions affirm the concepts anchored in one of UNESCO’s foremost advocacies, Global Citizenship Education–learning to live together, breaking boundaries to attain peace, embracing diversity despite differences in cultural roots and traditions, religion and political beliefs, and the sense of belonging to the world.

The theme “We Are All Connected” is manifested uniquely and differently in each piece of this collection. The voices carried by the pieces speak of only one kind of connection, that one that inspires.

Philippines National Commission for UNESCO

Isang Langit/One Sky Jay Vee Medalla

The Charm of MiarayonStephen Roy Pedroza

RipplesIsabelle Abalos

Do You Know Who I Am?Reginald Marcos

Hini-usang Panit/One SkinJohn Paul Oracion

“I Have a Friend”Patrick Duane Noche

Para sa MoroAileen Paula Sambas

VoicesRosanna Montemayor

DivergenceKate Loren Lining

I, PhoneJob Eloja

Chain-link ConstellationsMaura Aurel Yap

Aptas/Tied TogetherReynald Velardo

A Lesson in HoldingJose Miguel Espiritu

Gunita/ReminiscenceMa. Cristina Barrera

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Stories I ReadMariejo Mariss Ramos

Someone Like MeMa. Izella Lampos

Rojan Elmo Barcelon

Ellaine Anne Parlade

Queen Maegan Pedido

Roy Corvera

Jayce Chresler Masangcay

Francesca Isabelle Del Rosario

Regine Catabijan

Joanne Marie Laparan

Kristine Gonzalo

Elloisa Aela Mailom

Karl Vincent Cabaltera

Julius Cezar Barnachea

Rica Jadrine Daos

Jonathan Santos

Allyson Tracie Bejar

Jaira Evangelista

Simphony Fay Arenas

Leslie Lim

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Isang LangitJAY Vee MeDALLA

Pagmulat ng mga mata’y ginintuan ang tanaw,Sa mga mala-karayom na liwanag mula sa isang hiyaw.Hiyaw na umaalulong, sumasabay sa umaalong mga yabag,Mula sa mga nilalang na sa mundo’y may habag.

Ang basurang ikinalat ay bumabalik,Ang pusong itinapon ay humahalik.Humahalik sa bawat mga matang iminumulat, ipinipikit,Sumasabog sa mga lumiliwanang na labing may ngiting hindi pilit.

Ang pagmamahal sa kapwa’y pagmamahal din sa taong kaharap sa salamin,Ito rin ay maituturing na pag- ibig sa itaas na naaaninag kahit sa dilim.Ang isang hakbang sa kasalukuyan ay isang milyong panatag na lilim,Nagsimula, Nagsisimula, Magsisimula–ano man ang gustuhin.

Tayo’y may pagkakaiba ngunit magkakalapit,Tayo’y magkakalayo ngunit may pagkakaparehas.Nakatali sa isang manipis, matibay na pising mahigpit ang kapit,Magkaka- dugsong kaya’t huwag sayangin–lasapin.

Kahit saan man tayo tumingin, dalhin ng ating mga layunin,Laging pagka-isiping hindi ka nag- iisa.Pwede bang tayo na lang dalawa?Maaari bang magsama pa tayo ng iba?

Kung saan man tayo anurin at mapadpad, sa huli’y tayo’y nasa iisang hangin,Ngumingiti sa ilalim ng iisang langit.

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One SkyWaking up in a golden viewpoint From the strips of light which fountainhead is a shout. A scream that echoes along with the flickering footsteps Originated from merciful creatures of this world

The thrown rubbish keeps on coming back, While the thrown heart keeps on kissing. Drawing lips near every closed and wide opened eyes, Exploding to every candid smile that shines. A love for your neighbor is like a love for a reflected man in the mirror, It’s also alike with the love for a Man above who shines even in an absence of light. A single step now equals a single million tranquil sheds tomorrow, Started, Starting, Will start–whatever you choose. We are all different but just near from each other, We are apart but have some things in common. Bonded through a thin but extraordinary shaded volume of thread, Don’t take for granted the fact that we are all connected–savor it. To wherever spot our eyes choose to look, to wherever destination our objectives bring us, Always keep in mind that you are not alone. Will it be possible for both of us to have each other? Will it be possible for all of us to have each other? To wherever vague destination our voyage is going to, we are just breathing the same air, Smiling under just one sky.

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Elaine Anne Parlade

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The Charm of MiarayonSTePHen ROY PeDROzA

I The clouds ruffle like a painter’s mess on a canvas.The sun reveals its might and glory overhead.The chilly gusts whisper, linger on my skin.Such magnificence unfolds.This place, they say, is Miarayon,A humble abode of an indigenous group, Happy and amicable with unpolluted smiles.They welcome you as family,Like an engorging constellation to a familiar star.Miarayon — a vast painting by the gods, cradled by giants;Where the lumad people attach their lives to the forest selflessly;Where their Supreme Magbabaya and the spirits lurk and live ceaselessly;Where the aroma of its coffee governs its cordial mornings;Where the calla lilies bloom lovely, flawlessly yet with mystery and reticenceI stand plunging my lungs before the majestic mountain of browns and of greens.

IIMiarayon revel sits own colors in fervor.People live in harmony with an amorous mother.But the clock ticked and the people veered distant, scheming and tortuous rather.Miarayon — a romantic scene now hiding a melancholic tale;Pieces of what was once a beautiful portrait of Kalatungan, tainted,Flaked off of paints and natural hues,Paled by our ugly dissent and conceit,Disgraced with blades and saws and greed.Poverty mars as it breathes out its devious smoke, livid.Horrid stories, amassing chorus of abandoned sensations,A dull refrain of inequality, of abuse, of illusions.A mother screeches in pain, then bleeds and slowly dies.The idyllic sky faints and the golden sun turns mad.How can we endure such writhed ties?

IIIHours away from Miarayon, bares a city.Its people pass and go, take and leave, drink and puke.A friendly town defaced by a precipitous adversity,But learned to stand after a catastrophic fallAnd l earned to track a path togetherAnd showed the world we have taken the hard lessonsFrom speeches and narratives and lenses.

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Resilience, shout the leaders.Serendipity, write the poets.Reconciliation, say the priests.Blessings incognito, say the people on the streets.A nightmare, says a frightened child in a little nook.Call to action, drums the precocious youth.Cagayan de Oro, the beloved, the thriving, the catch basin.

IVIn a bright July day, through a beaten path,A bright story was told.Partners, lumad, Kagay-anons,People are orchestrating essential rhythmsTo restore our connection with the forests;From ridges to streams to reefs;From tribal leaders to entrepreneurs to young minds;From essays to stills to verses to hashtags.Deeply-rooted tradition and globalization in unison,Investing in nature, Empowering the young, the future Rewarding their protecting efforts Diverse commitments for one goal —Valuing the gifts of ecosystem together

VWhat happens at the top trickles down.A downpour in the highland, a tragedy in the lowland;Valuing ecosystems today, a sustainable tomorrow;“What is there to life when the forests will be taken away from us?”A datu asked from his heart.This place, we know, is Miarayon,Where the chilly gusts whisper, linger on my skin;Where the sun displays its might and glory from above;Where the clouds ruffle like a painter’s mess on a canvas;With the rhetoric of giants, such magnificence unfolds.A green synergy must be told,A retrospection to be cherished, to be sown,Its charm is not a secret.Miarayon doesn’t have to stand alone.

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Queen Maegan Pedido

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RipplesISAbeLLe AbALOS

If you ever feel small,Just remember that a simple pebble,When thrown into one spot of a lakeCan cause a ripple,Which will cause another,And another,Until the rings reach to the borders of the lake.

Connect the DotsA plethora of dots Is nothing to usUntil we connect those spots.Only then will something of shape appear.

However, it is simply not just connecting the dots.It is also of which dots you connect.For dots connected in a different orderWill end up in a different form.

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Roy Corvera

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Do You Know Who I Am? ReGInALD MARCOS  

Do you know who I am?Have you ever stopped to look at me?“A new being is born..” whispered a voice inside my earI am the epitome of serenity and splendorThe song of silence, sight of the blind and the voice of the muteI am the air that breathes, the fire that burns and the water that flowsThe wings of the fallen and the luminous radiance of eveA voice that calls out the name of the chosen fewA consciousness that seeks righteousness from the blueA creation worthy of merit who never elopesA silhouette of a vivid portrayal of hopeAn eye that sought for the light beyondA soul that seeks for something like a bondLips that despise the lingering vagabondsFeet that do not try to abscondA wintering tone that will rose to fameLike a rose that blooms beautifully in the day I started as a paper with no colorAnd I reflected not a single sign of valorA figure behind a lurking shadowA spirit hiding beneath the boundless sorrow A gray brush writes on a canvasThat draws the bleak wind’s brave gustThe crafted image that was being delineatedMirrors a reflection of me being created

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Then, a colored dye paints itselfIn that canvas from the mere shelfA painter that expresses virtues and truthAs he utter things about truth Once a blank paper that I began withI, who is now raised from the land to pithFrom that gray brush that made the draftComes me, a fruit that’s indeed a craft I dwell in a society established by the mindA sphere filled with diverse difference and kindAs I traverse along a perilous journey to realityMy naked eye saw a truth that defines a concept of amityA door that yields a tomorrow that everyone desiresA heart and soul that calms like a lyreAn essence of connection and tranquillity in their mindsBy my embrace that guides them in their findA single thought that alters a generationI and your kind residing in one relationClasping hands holding into one resolutionFragile hearts searching for one conclusionEmbodiments yearning for a sole purposeA cosmic melody sung to find a causeI am connected to you by my songA single hymn that played for so longI am formed by you and you are formed by meHave you already realized who I am?I am an entity living in your heartsA string that prevails harmony and reconciliationWe are all connected by my wordAnd that is because I am the WORLD.

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Hini-usang PanitJOHn PAuL ORACIOn

Sa matag tikang ug tunubSa yutang pinangga,Tim-us ug gugma’ng way sama Ang muhangup sa imung galamhan.

Sa matag mugna ug titik Sa langgam nga ni awit,Hugut nga bugkus sa garbu mauy Nag-inusara’ng nuta nga nilutaw sa langit.

Sa matag batbat gamit ni’ng Pinulungan, daw nagdila-ab Nga gugma ang nilupad ug nisayaw Sa nagkahiusang panit.

english Translation:

One Skin For every stride and step

In our beloved land, Purity and love beyond compare

Will embrace your soul.

In every creation and wordOf the bird that sings,

The impermeable bond of pride isThe singular note that floats to the skies above.

In every utterance usingOur native tongue, a fiery passion

Flies and dancesThrough the skin that binds us as one.

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“I Have a Friend”PATRICK DuAne nOCHe

“I have a friend, with whom I share the surface of the EarthWe walk through our lives stepping on the same dust and dirtHe carries me through the darkness, through the deserts and the forests We journey toward the valleys between the mountainous peaksOn our journey, I discovered that we are different;I’m white, he’s black.I’m Catholic, he’s not.I’m studying, he’s working. I’m eating, he’s starving.I’m a democrat, he’s a communist.We are not the same, we should not be journeying our life together That’s what they said, that’s what society said. It is the norm after all.Many looks at us with eyes of judgement, because we are differentLittle did they know, that we are just the same, what he is, is what I am.What we believe in, and what we fight for, won’t stop us to co-exist.It’s in journeying side-by-side that we discover how our lives are bound together. And it was in that journey, that we find our home.Our differences, are what make us connected and sane.My friend, despite what they said we are just the same.No. I was wrong.You’re not my friend.You were never my friend.You…You are my family..”

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Regine Catabijan

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Para sa MoroAILeen PAuLA SAMbAS

Kapatid, lumaya ka. Sa paniniwalang tayo’y magkaiba Sa pinuno at wika Sa isip at pananampalataya.

Kapatid, lumaya ka. Ikaw at ako’y may iisang Ina Sana’y baril mo ay ibaba At digmaa’y matapos na.

Kapatid, lumaya ka. Tayo’y magsimula. Mamuhay ng payapa At sumulong ng magkasama.

Kapatid, mangarap ka. Para sa iyong sarili at pamilya At huwag mawalan ng pag-asa Sapakat ikaw ay malaya.

english Translation

For the MoroBrother, be free

From the belief that we are different In leader and in language,

in ideology and in faith.

Brother be free, We have the same Motherland

Put your gun down And let’s stop the war.

Brother be free. Let’ start again,

Let’s live peacefully And progress together.

Brother, have dreams. For yourself and for your family

And never lose hope Because you are free.

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Joanne Marie Laparan

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VoicesROSAnnA MOnTeMAYOR

There will be dayswhen you feel overcome by the dinthat spills from the lipsof the world.Those days, the blood willtrickle from your ears.There will be dayswhen the soft babble ofconversationrises into a brawland the air is thick with voicesall brimming with speechall struggling to draw out a languagethat tongues cannot shape.There will be dayswhen you wonderhow the sigh of an old manthe anthem of soldiersthe hymns from a conventthe lines of a poetthe squeals of a five-year old girlwill ever mean anything to youwhen you knowyou have always fearedstrangers.And there will be days,oh, yes there will—days and days and dayswhen you find you cannot bear

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the tumultthat surrounds you,the screams and calls and whispers—days, when all you can dois hope to travel deep enoughinto yourselfto a place that the noisecannot reach,but—on those days,remember.Remember that even you,as a trembling infant,once listened to the talk of others by your cradletrying to make senseof the clamor.Remember the tonesthat rose and fellthe sounds that shook youfrom your sleepand woke you to this earth.Remember that youwill always ever be linked toall this,that no matter how far you strideinto your own solitudeyou will know one thing:that only from hearing them speakdid you form your first words.

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DivergenceKATe LORen LInInG

Like the dazzling lights on the universe,The souls in this blue orb are diverseIn a way, every single thing is inverseBut the prominent course is adverse.

Billions of hearts were ripped and torn When diversity was born.Head to toe, every soul gives a scornFor superiority is what they’ve worn.

In every corner, you’ll find enmity.But how could this be? Why did we build this partition?When we’re all children of the dearest creation.

Does your color or race really matter? When it’s a mark of freedom, not a fetter.To save us from this catastrophe,Unity is the solution I can see.

Destroy the fences we built for boundaries,For we can be one despite the disparities.Divergence isn’t a hindrance for harmony.Merely, a piece of a better picture of humanity.

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I, PhoneJOb eLOJA

I am man’s best friendkeeping him connectedto the world around himwhether near or far

Yet in his quest for closenesshe has created distanceIronic is the factthat someone’s beside himyet they don’t interact

Have I made him selfish?Instead, disconnectedfrom the world around him?I should shut downSo he can look upand see what he’s missed.

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Chain-link ConstellationsMAuRA AuReL YAP

In the black velvet blanket of the universe, I am but a single fibre

from the many threads and weaves all clustered together like galaxies.

Somehow, I am also nothing but a metal star from the spiralling wires

atop a chain-link fence – connecting the looping iron link to another

like outbursts seen from a telescope lens.

And oh! How funny it is to think that someone, somewhere, somewhen,

looks up and lifts a finger to sketch on the sky, tracing a star to another

and finding that somehow, with all the diversity of the universe, they

form a picture. As if to say that I am nothing, but we are everything – all

connected through rust and stardust.

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Julius Cezar Barnachea

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AptasReYnALD VeLARDO

King labuad ay iti mikakawani tamung tuneKing kapanyamban, lugal, amanu’t kuleYa na pin siguru ing bunga ning kayang pamibuleNung wari gawan na katamung miyaliua aske

Atin napin iba’t king aslagan a marayuDing aliwa naman atyu la king sumangid a sepuPilalaut da retang mangalualas a kadayatmalatanMengaring binakud da ring mangatas a kabundukan

Dapot e sana maging sangkan iting pamikandayu ta,Nune manatili ta sang miyaliwang kule ni pinanari king banuaIti na siguru ing sangkan ning eta pamiparehu,Sangkan e ning pamipate nune ning pamibuklud pusu

Akalingwan tana wari king atin tang koneksyun?King balang metung,atin tang responsibilidad at obligasyun.Makakapatad tamu pin sa king metung mung indu.Anak na katangan, sepuak niting yatung malagu

Dumungo la sa ring dios iba’t king banuang matas.Akit nung nukarin yana pin ngeni mengaparas,Mabakas la keng lupa tamu ing timan a matimyasUling metung tana mu ping lelangan king metung a aptas.

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Tied Together

We are detached from one another by this abode.Different in faith, tongues, and race.Maybe the fruit of his mind and willTo make us different in looks and skills.

There are who came from places of the sunrise.Some sprout from the ends of the earth.We are separated by great might seas,And the towering mountains draw us afar.

Don’t let that this be the cause of our dissolution,But remain in the spectrum of colors of one beautiful rainbow.It maybe the reason of our differences,The reason not of war but the hearts’ embrace

Have we forgotten that we have connection?To our fellowmen, responsibility and obligationWe are all children of our one Mother.Children brought forth by this wonderful land

May the gods behold us from the heavens above,To see the path that we have been through,And our face that reflect how sweet smile,‘Cause we are now a humanity that gathered again

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A Lesson in HoldingJOSe MIGueL eSPIRITu

Maybe if we hold hands instead of taking up arms, we’d see we all have five fingers, each a stage of grieffor the things we havelost. Friend, you arenot alone. Our fingers weren’t made for pulling triggers, orfor pointing blame at others;They were madefor holding onto each other,to the hopeof one dayletting go.The differences they holddisappear when together they come to form prayers for peace. Love, feel the distance erased, when our fingers Embrace, and come closerto whisper‘I am here.’

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GunitaMA. CRISTInA bARReRA

Hinahagkan ko sa mga oras na ’toang alaala ng mga nag-aklas,nasa kabila ng takot at bagabagdulot ng dayuhang espada’t punglo ng kumaripassa kani-kanilang marurupok na katawan aynag-alay ng dalisay na pagkasi sa ating bayan—para sa pantay-pantay na pagtingin sa’ting lipunan. ‘Pagkat sintamis ng pagsilip ng arawmatapos ang daang taong gabing delubyoang paggunitasa pagsisilbi nila sa ating mayamang lupa.

Ngunitmatapos noon ang masalimuot na pakikipagbuno,tila nakulong na sa birtwal na mundoang mga pag-asa ng bayan ngayon,nasana’y nagliliyab na sulo kay Atok na katutubong ‘di alam ang ABAKADA kay Kuya Dodong na pinaglalaruan ng ‘endo’ kay Ondo na nahahalina sa shabu kay Tisay na humihingi ng piso sa kalsada kay Patrick na naging Patricia ngayo’y sinusumpaat samu’t sari pang ibana sadyang sakit ngunit tila inukit na ng kultura.

Ang totoo sa bawat araw na dumaratal,malaking GUNITA sa atin ang bawat isa—mangyari man na inasar na beluga si Talosig,may magsasabing maganda ang tulad niya;Kung ang kalinaw kay Sara ay ninakaw,may nararapat na tutulong at makikinig sa kan’ya;At kung paratangan man ng malayo sa katotohanan

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Si Ka Juang inosente,ito na ang panahon upang tayo’y mag-isip-isip. ‘Pagkat sinlaking halaga noon ng mga silakboang panukli sa kanilang nauna nang pawis at dugobilang paggunitasa ngayo’y paglilingkod natin sa ating kapwa.

Magkaugnay ang lahat ng bagay, ika nga.Sa madaling sabi,Ang nakaraa’y nakatali sa kasalukuyanat bawat isa mismo’y may kaugnayan.

Ngayon, tapos na ‘kong gunitainang alaala ng mga nag-aklas noon,ngunit ‘di ang kinaadmang inukitnito sa aking mga nakakuyom na mga palad ngayon.

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Reminiscence

I bear with me memoriesof those who revoltedin spite of fear and doubtswords and bullets dashedfrom thy vesselsoffering one’s overflowing love—to achieve equity in this society. For the joy of seeing the sun revealingfor the end of century of the tempest’s nightsis a memoryhow they served the rich land.

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Dismalafter the chaotic strugglehas it been knowing the modern generationjailed in the virtual world,whom should have beensustaining the torch’s emblem to the ethnic, Atok who doesn’t know ABAKADA to kuya Dodong smuggled by the end of contract to Ondo aroused by “Mary Jane” to Tisay in the arms of alms to Patrick, despised when he turned into Patriciaand to all othersdamned by a crafted plague of a culture.

The truth, behind every single day comingis a great REMINISCENCE of each—to Talosig, who might be teased “baluga”,but someone should tell that she’s beautiful;to Sarah’s lost puritycomes aid and empathy to accompany;and to the innocent Ka Juan accused of frustrated truthcomes rekindlement.

For the flames are the same as their shed blood and sweatas a memory of today in serving our kin.

All vessels share a similar bond.So to say,the past is congruent to the presentand, we, ourselves are interconnected with one another.

I may end my reminisceof the mem’ries of the past struggle,but not to the molded wisdomin my tightened fists, now.

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Allyson Tracie Bejar

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Stories I ReadMARIeJO MARISS RAMOS

These are the stories I read in books:

I.When the Rajah made a pactwith the Spanish explorerHe knew that their blood remain inferiorTo the inscription on copperplatesCave walls, bamboos and leavesOf which no words from any chroniclerCould ever abridge

She was born in 1521On a place without a name but a mindFor she knew she came from the land and the seaAnd that the man who wantedto circumnavigate the worldWas clueless that conquests don’t begin on soilBut deep within hearts, skins and bones

II.In 1896: Cedulas were tornHow can we be slaves in our own land?You took the pen while I took the boloAnd we both claim to hold the sharper oneBut if winning is achieved by the wave of a flagThen why can this flag be rippedBy the same weapons used to gain it?

In 1945, he sent a postcard from nowhereWhile she dream of snow on a melting roofShe could simply turn on the radio toShield her ears from live bullets exploding butOn the streets are other forms of life, shatteringAnd while the man promised to returnShe knew returning doesn’t guarantee snow, or even peace.

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III.She was born in 1986His father died in prison; her mother, with shackles of her ownFor they were only given windows, open-wide, to see the worldBut never doors to come outside and reach itThere were photographs to rememberBut never words to understandFor the battles are not yet won. They were just set aside.

“Avoid sharp lines and corners”The feng shui expert told her grandmaBut how can she avoid such in her territoryWhen she doesn’t know now where her boundaries are drawn?If she lightens the sharp lines, she’ll soon be amorphousIf she moves out of the corner, she’ll be hit by the enemyIs it really hard to connect two points in the center?

IV.It is today. The year when I don’t knowWho I am or who I was, or who I have becomeMy identity lies not on my body, but on fragments:I am in the mountains, calling for peaceI am in the streets, calling for justice and equalityI am the child in a classroom, reading these talesOf how I was once we.

These are the stories I read in books:One day when the two lovers met by the riverThey couldn’t recognize each otherThere were battle scars, broken promisesAnd bitterness; neither of them knows who made the most mistakesBut their reflections remain clear on waterAnd they knew their story deserves to be rewritten.

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Someone Like MeMA. IzeLLA LAMPOS

Whenever I feel drowned by my everyday worries, I just think:everywhere in the world there is someone like me.

Another person is also struggling with life;Random strangers feeling they’re about to sink;everywhere in the world there is someone like me.

Although sometimes I feel I am all alone,Looking around me I feel a radiant glow.Luckily, everywhere in the world there is someone like me.

Conquering my own fear so I may fight for those who are afraid;Offering my help to those who are in need;never judging other people just because of their skin;never minding the consequences of doing a good deed.everywhere in the world there is someone like me:Caring, loving, sharing and aiming for peace.To be one may make a little change; buteverybody moving for the same cause, what a difference it’ll make.Do you want to be someone like me?

Because I couldn’t change the world unless ‘me’ becomes ‘we’.

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