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Wednesday, April 20, 2022

The Whisper

 THE WHISPER
Melchor F. Cichon

 

Aboy-aboy, batya and patadyong,

Listen to my heartbeats.

The chain I have with you

Is a cross to my calvary.

My parents told me

To just wipe away my biting tears

And put ice on my swollen lips,

A gift from my husband’s quick fists.

I have become his tail, my parents say,

After I have pressed my thumb

On our marriage contract.

Aboy-aboy, batya and patadyong,

It’s not a sin, isn’t it

To put off my chain from you

And march in the streets

With closed fists?

Sunday, April 17, 2022

my new journey

my new journey
I see only one pair of foot prints
from home and back
***Melchor F. Cichon
April 17, 2022