i used to write freely.
i used to be able to write
the way you see now,
the way i'm struggling
to re-learn.
but the teachers,
armed with pens and
scoring sheets,
started marking my art,
slashing my words.
telling me it was wrong.
telling me that
my heart and soul
were wrong.
and so i taught myself
to mold again,
to change for their scores,
to conform to their grades,
and i lost myself.
thank you,
readers.
because of you,
i'm teaching myself
how to be me again.
BINABASA MO ANG
bits of life
Poetrya clutter of stories. updated as often as i can. 》started: 8-21-18《 rankings: #69 in poetry - 9-23-18 #35 in poems - 9-24-18 extra note: do NOT plagiarize any poems from this book! it is 100% my own work, and i put lots of time and effort into writ...
