PROUD TO BE A BITCH

I did not google the word ''bitch'', however, upon browsing , I stumbled and read this simple and opinionated poem . Yes, I like it! Waging wagi ! Abanse Pinay LOL

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.

When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts, or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and I speak against it, I'm defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself, instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.

If being a bitch means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am, and I won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I 'should' be, then I'm proud to be one.

If being a bitch means being outspoken, opinionated and determined, and wanting what I want, there's nothing wrong with that!

Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way, and I won't allow anyone to step on me.

You can try to stomp on me, intimidate me or frighten me. You can try to douse my inner flame, crush my spirit or squash the beauty I hold within me. But you won't succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch , so be it. I embrace the title and I'm proud to bear it.

--ANONYMOUS

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

...JUST SHARING THIS POEM IVE READ A WHILE AGO. SIGH!♥ I WOULD APPRECIATE THIS MORE IF THIS WOULD BE PRESENTED ON A ''♪POETRY READING♪'' EVENT. HAAAAAAY...♥ ♥ ♥

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Eto na Ang Diwata!

natisod ko ang Tulang ito sa blog ni KA PETE, ibinabahagi ko lamang..bbihira din kase akong makagusto ng tula,mapa ingles man o sa wikang tagalog. Isa lgn ang nasambit ko...

KUNIN MO DIWATA ANG MGA TAKSIL NA BINATA!!!IPAIN!!IALAY!!!HAHAHAHAHA
( witch laugh..hahahahahaha )

MARIANG MAKILING

Nasa gubat muli ang ating diwata.
Managhoy man tayo'y hindi siya lalabas.
Ang ibig niya'y isang taksil na binata.

Pagsapit ng dilim ang mga bintana
ay dapat isara; dapat nang mag-ingat:
nasa gubat muli ang ating diwata.

Walang masabi ang mga manghuhula,
kahit sino'y walang magawa, sapagkat
ang ibig niya'y isang taksil na binata.

Matapos ang unos, sino ang gagala
upang aluin ang mga sawimpalad?
Nasa gubat muli ang ating diwata

at ngayon ay hindi na nababahala
kung ang mangangaso'y maligaw ng landas.
Ang ibig niya'y isang taksil na binata.

Laganap sa buong bayan ang balitang
tulala siyang lagi't tuhod ang kayakap.
Nasa gubat muli ang ating diwata
pagkat ang ibig ay taksil na binata.

--JOSE F. LACABA

PRETENDER

I dont have satisfaction
I've tried various images
Just for popularity's sake
I let it be done.

Unfortunately, it didnt suit me.
It brought me remorse
A stupid attempt,
That will lead me in regret.

But still, I'm living in falsehood
trying to be you
Im full of hypocrisy
and its time to shed off in this personality
A facade that will bury my souL.
>LeLaY=)

LUMAD Vol.4 No.2
SSCR-Cavite-2002

ODE TO THE BEAUTIFUL NUDE by PABLO NERUDA

With a chaste heart
With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty
Holding the leash of blood

So that it might leap out and trace your outline
Where you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf
In aromatic loam, or in sea music

Beautiful nude
Equally beautiful your feet
Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound
Your ears, small shells
Of the splendid American sea
Your breasts of level plentitude
Fulfilled by living light
Your flying eyelids of wheat
Revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes

The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple
Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of
Burnished gold
Fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises
Flowering fire
Open chandelier
A swelling fruit
Over the pact of sea and earth

From what materials
Agate?
Quartz?
Wheat?
Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills
The cleavage of one petal
Sweet fruits of a deep velvet
Until alone remained
Astonished
The fine and firm feminine form

It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body Yet suffocate itself So much is clarity Taking its leave of you As if you were on fire within

The moon lives in the lining of your skin. --->PABLO NERUDA

..JUST READ THIS BEAUTIFUL POEM ON THE PAGES OF INQUIRER. AYAN, NAINLOVE TULOY AKO SA MGA WORKS NYA.

I LOVE THE LAST STANZA!