27 April 2010

Made up from misnomered
kindred behind some grand purpose
the streets of Cebu call out
to their stolen daughter
they cry out for her,
left without legacy on the shores of
a melting pot nation it segregates
ingredient peoples
separate and questioned about identity

And when they ask her,
she goes silent.
dark about what to say she is,
where she's from.

The streets of her blood linked homeland
cry out:

Daughter, we missed out on your childhood,
we wanted you to know us,
your aunties and uncles all long
to see your face, and oh,
you've missed the halo halo
in the hot hot heat bare feet
and jeepney drives through the city,
laughter,
the secrets of Siquijor,
the heroes
and the dirt poor mixed.
Daughter, why were you stolen before we could teach you Tagalog?
How we wish you could know
and carry us on through the miles,
keep us intact in your sunshine heart,

we miss you.

Find a way back to us,
let us give you the the things you've never tried
but yearn for.
Daughter,
we miss you,
find a way back, the part of you that's never left.

Daughter, we love you.