Raised in a judgemental society,
Trained since the beginning of century,
Uneducated by my own community;
Helped me shape the racist I am today.I can never deny for I am like them, too.
We judge and mock as if we’re perfect and just,
We plead innocent even deep inside we’re guilty;
We all sin and fall short of the glory of God.I thank God for allowing these platforms,
That I get to see and love His other creations,
That they’re not mere animals but humans, too,
Who He loved, whom He bled and died, too.They are God’s handiworks, His masterpieces,
Who are made, for His Glory, in His own image.
They just live life with different stories and cultures,
And they differ from us, from person to person.***
Inspired by the Tiktok video made by a guy about us. Though it was short, he pointed out the fault in our opinions and thoughts (which was correct, by the way) to other people outside the country.–outofwordtheater
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
PoetryMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...