Filipina By: Seychelle M. Pagatpatan I walked up to the immigration office and they ask Filipina? I nodded proudly Are you a domestic helper? He asked again I furrowed my brows, I slightly shouted, o!?/P> He asked me the reason why I wish to stay in Hong Kong with a doubtful look I said then, my whole family is here and I study here He uttered words of secrecy under his breath, but he looked up and said, kay.?/P> Gave me my identity card and raised his hand again; gesturing for the next person to come And I marched off to pick my property and gave him one last glare I am proud to be a Filipina, don ever doubt that I am proud even though you utter their identity as modernized slaves Modernized Slaves bare They woe because of their drunkard husbands And, the Slugged Economy Or they seek for the heavenly soft mattress And nice church dresses I rode through the night Unknowing I had to be a Filipina knight In a battle for my country and identity I came across two girls that showed obscenity They tumbled over my property They utter no apology and continue being a snob Because of my catholic faith, silence I hold my job They started giving me remarks and nasty glares My patience started giving anger flares As they hold their music to my hear to purposely wake me I was ready; I was ready to slap them like a sting bee Until I saw the cross that held remorse I begun to hold this force Some have attained a nurse degree Some with a teaching degree Even a degree in literature and a degree in engineering But only to sweep the floor, wash the toilets and be treated like rugs Be shouted at, screamed at and be judged Got off the bus and as they still followed me I looked back, and saw Judas?tree So barren, so obscene, so unrighteous I overheard them say wallow in your woes and go to your cheap life But I still seek virtue I made the sign of the cross and to move on I strive How can they, how can they say such things Is it because of my darker complexity? Is it because I sleep, I bathe, I eat on their territory? Is it because I step on their marble ground and rich wood? Is it because I have what they have and do what they could? And how I don weep like the poor I ask you. What is it? They utter words of judgment Yet, not know my name How could they? I'm still jolly, I laugh and live They think they haven caused me injury They have descended from the Garden of Adam Yet why harm? Yet why judge? Yet why live like strangers and live with unknowing ties? I seek why they let the sky to be covered with lies; letting the devils?flies to fly | 
