POETRY: Philippine Beauty Queen

Brains plus beauty miss congeniality,
No more Philippine beauty queen.
You think I’m the right combination because I’m Asian,
but I’m not a fetish sensation.

This double minority in the eyes of society, funny thing is, I AM THE MAJORITY.
More than you think.

Speak when spoken to.
Sweet and submissive
Catch a rich white husband,
You’re lucky if this is how you live.

Philippine princess
So slender thin,
You fit the mold,
With gold perfect skin.
Better watch your weight, or you’ll slip and fall.
First your figure will go,
You will no longer be considered exotic,
You’ll just be fat, just a hard fact.

DOMESTICATE ME.
Live in/trapped in,
Your white picket fence.
Cuz,
You’re too busy,
To raise your own child,
Cuz,
I thought ‘mammy’, went out with slavery,
but I’m still your child’s nanny.

The second generation,
Born with features of peroxide blonde hair and blue contacts.
Raised with a Gucci spoon, and a Louie bib, with a label that says;
MADE IN THE PHILLIPINES.
How ironic, don’t you think?

Honda drivin’, civic nation.
Who knew it was going to be
A sex, drugs and alcohol party generation.

DISSSSSSCONNECT
From your homeland.
From your culture.
From your mother.
From your own blood within.

You don’t know the word ‘struggle’,
Or even the meaning.
But do you know why you’re here?
Can you contribute? Can you leave a mark?
Make change?
Make
a
difference?


You will become a nurse or have a business degree,
Push your other dreams aside and away,
Because they are not important
Though your trapped spirit cries,
Wanting to be free.

You stupid dumb bitch.
Tanga ka ba?
Who are you anyway?
Sino ka ba?
Wala
Nang
Magandang babae
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

STAND UP.
Leave that white picket fence,
That stage with the spotlights,
That car import magazine,
Strip yourself from the crown.
Those labels that weigh you down.

No

More

Philippine

Beauty queen. No more, or you will gain no more.


- By BALANCE mic goddess