Who am I?
Who am I?
What am I?
I mean, I'm neither attractive nor unattractive.
I am someone who seems so pitiful.
I'm surrounded by judgments.
They are unaware of my identity, nevertheless.
Why am I here? I thought to myself.
Am I just garbage here on earth?
Is this criticism something I deserve?
Why am I being treated like this?
No, because I am what I am
I am a young woman with a clean heart.
As a painite, I stand out.
No one could ever compare me.
I'm not up for judgment.
I am impervious to injury.
I am combat capable.
Fight for my rights.
For who I am, I am proud.
This is who I am.
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BINABASA MO ANG
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