Differently The Same


You’re white.
He’s black.
She’s yellow.
I’m brown.

Different skin
Different hair
Different height
Different sizes
Different but the same specie

Brown, white, black, yellow
Different religions
But same GOD
…others have none

Different beliefs
But same fears
…same hurts
…same joys

We were born white or black or yellow or brown.
We all live.
… we grow
… we dream
… we triumph
… we fail
… we laugh
… we cry
… we love
… we die

When we die,
we turn to DUST.
… not white
… not black
… not yellow
… not brown
… but GRAY


Teacher-Writer Hardpen is my nom de plume. My real name is Massuline Antonio Dupaya Ligaya. Many times I was asked the question, "Why do you write?" I don't write for rewards nor adulation. When I write poems, stories, and essays, when I do research, seeing them completed gives me immense joy and satisfaction. I don't write for cash incentives, "likes," and "praises." I would be thankful if I'll have them but the happiness and sense of fulfillment I feel when completing my works are my real rewards. Is teaching difficult? No! When I teach, I don't work but I play. The classroom is my playground, the students are my playmates, and the subject is our toy. Proud to be me! Proud to be a FILIPINO! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

Posted on September 2, 2017, in Diversity, Linguistic Racism, Poetry, Racism, Tula and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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