Ang aking kaibigan Ay nakapabait Mapagbigay at maawain Kahit sa mga batang paslit
Ang aking kaibigan Ay kagalak-galak Hinahangaan ko hindi lang ang kabaitan Pati na rin ang kapangyarihan
Aking kaibigan Ang bait mo talaga Maging sa pagluha Ikaw and nagpapasaya
Ang aking kaibigan Ako ay maligaya Kahit kailan, kahit saan Ikaw ang kasama
Sana nga'y malaman niyo Kung sino ang kaibigan ko Siya na pala si Hesus At mahal niya pati ikaw at ako
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Go easy on me. This is the first poem I wrote, like ever. I remember I was about eight or nine and in third grade. I was bored because it's lunch break and no one wants to play with me. (Oh, don't worry about it. I don't want to play with them either. Someone keeps stealing my erasers so yeah.)
Now, when you're a bored kid, you usually do what you think is the best use of your time. You look around and think to yourself, what do I really want to do in life that I have no time for before but now I'm bored I do?
And that for me, folks, is writing.
I still remember myself sitting on my seat, staring at a wall. I remember the door opposite my seat that blinded me every time someone opens it. I remember myself getting a pencil and tearing a sheet out of the back of my notebook.
Then I started writing.
I don't know much about writing poems before. In fact, Iknow nothing. I just got my pencil and started writing. Minutes later, I have that poem.
I remember being so proud of it. I showed it to my parents. I don't think they loved it. I showed to my classmates. They didn't like it either. So, I did the most sensible thing. I hid it.
And now, I'm questioning myself why in the world did I get this idea to publish them on Wattpad yet here we are. You're reading that ghastly poem (and each poem in this collection is ghastly, in my opinion) and I'm letting this collection stay on my profile forever.
If you've noticed, it's written in my native language, which is Tagalog (I know, I'm Filipino. Not exactly a breeding ground for critically acclaimed global writers. Ha-ha.). I don't have the energy to try and translate it because of the reason above. It doesn't mean anything except it's about the only name you've probably recognized: Hesus. Or in English: Jesus.
And no, he's not my third-grade crush. No.
He's, uh, yeah. Biblical Jesus. I am a Christian and eight-year-old me decided that it's fun to write about the only deep concept I know. So yeah. Jesus.
So um. Yeah.
*retreats to a dark corner to lament my decision*
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