The Church bell tolls,
she pays a heavy price. Fingers in empty holes she begins a life of lies. Her story is never told-- the Filipina and her rice. For no one was so bold to admit she had a price. For centuries She suffered dominion of other race, Freedom maybe encountered but not by her pretty face. At poverty's brink cornered a life led disgraced. Imprisoned by her own designs-- a life of sorrow and despise release from capital ties Until finally at last, in her demise half-truths revealed to their eyes sees only old rich men that dies in loving arms of, truly, a lice. ________________________________ Poetry, despite my ability to be able to comprehend and interpret them clearly, is not one of my best suits in creative writing. So here's one of my crude poetry which I hope will be understood. What it means? The first stanza is the wedding of a Filipina to a foreigner. While the second, exclaims that her marriage is out of necessity and not for love. The third stanza states that the country (She) has been dominated by other races before and yet now, despite our "freedom" because of poverty, the Filipina lets a foreign race have dominion over her through marriage. (basically selling herself off) The fourth stanza states that the false marriage and the unhappiness that befalls her is her own fault. And when she dies, people only see that she married an old man for money and are sympathetic to her woes. But the truth of the matter is, she's a blood sucking succubus.
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Rhodaviv Villarosa AvilaThe author of this blog is currently an English and Literature College Instructor in Camarines Norte State College, Daet in the tropical paradise, the Philippine archipelago. Archives
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