I was told that I was not good enough.
But tell me, do mountains bow down to the howls of the wind?
Do the oceans adjust their tides to the vessels on their surface?
I was told that I could not do such dreams.
Tell me, does the sun stop from shining bright just because?
Does the earth tremble when you say so?
I was told that there is a limit to what I can become because of my skin color.
Tell me now, do pink, red, white, and or yellow flowers stop blooming in their season just because?
Do aerial birds stop flying high just because their feathers are either black, white, yellow, or brown?
I was told I could not do what they could because I am a woman.
Tell me now, does a lioness become scared while she hunts with her pack in the savannah?
I was told that I had lied.
Tell me now, what difference does it make?

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Hidlaw
PoetryHidlaw is a small collection of daily musings, natural calamities expressed through poetry. Hidlaw is a Hiligaynon native dialect in the Philippines, which means missing something or someone. *Some words are written in Tagalog or in my native dial...