Category Archives: poetry

Who am I?

The writer of this poem, Anna Rose, stayed in HOME shelter for some time after a bad experience with an employer that left her very upset. Anna Rose struggled with her identity, and what to do with her life going forward. She has now returned home to the Philippines. 

 

Who am I?

 

I am a child

Who will never stop believing

I am the dreamer

Who will never stop dreaming

I am the woman

Who will never stop caring

 

They see the finished adult

That they expect me to be

But I don’t know

Who I want to be?

 

So many pressures, do this

Don’t do that

Wear this, don’t wear that

Buy this, don’t buy that

 

Who to believe? Who to trust?

To help me be the person I want to be

Still not sure who that is

Who am I and what will I be?

 

Two different questions

But people expect one answer

 

Which career will I choose?

But really is that the most important?

What about good or bad,

Lazy or hardworking

It depends on the task if I like it or not

 

So the question is not, who am I?

But who will I become?

Who cares?

Who cares if we are a helper
Who cares if we have a bad employer
Who cares if we have a problem
Who cares if we can’t dance with the rhythm
Can you feel us?
 Who cares
When we’re being maltreated inside the house
When we’re being abused and scared like a mouse
When we’re being locked up and no one to turn to
When we don’t have enough food yet too much work to do.
Can you see us?
 We’re not perfect but we are doing our best
We always  wanted to satisfy your needs
We’re working hard to accomplish the tasks on your list
We follow everything as you say so
But you are not content with everything we do
Why must you say we’re stupid
Why must you say we’re a lazy and idiot maid.
 Who cares?
Who washes your dirty clothes
Who does the cleaning of your house
Who cooks your everyday meal
Who does the marketing and budgeting
Who washes your cars
Who looks after your kids or your sick parents
No other than this idiot maid you are referring to
And who cares?
You’re a manager and I am a maid
But we still both earn money
You eat pizza, I eat noodles
But we still both eat to our satisfaction
You drive your car, I ride a bus
But we still both reach our destination
You wear branded clothes, I wear simple one
But we still both cover our nakedness
We’re both human but don’t have the same way of living
You were treated highly
We were treated lowly
We’re both human but are treated differently.
And who cares?
Can you feel us? Please hear us
Don’t treat us like a prisoners
Don’t treat us like a robot
Don’t treat us as if you own us
Yes you pay, but we work so hard
You pay for the service
but you don’t own our life.
We respect you
Hoping you will respect us too.
By Rea Maac

Happiness where are you?

Happiness where are you?

by Rosita Madrid Sanchez

 

At the age of 16 I am already a mother

People said I was too young to handle

I didn’t experience teenage life

To be free as a bird and to be as me.

 

Poverty has led me in this situation, one of the reasons I can blame on

I thought at an early age, getting married to the older man would show me direction

But I was wrong, its all my fault, I’ve been used and abused.

 

I have decided to work as a domestic helper

To the place far away from my nightmare

Leaving behind my kids in the care of my mother

It felt like I was dying a million times when I stepped in an airplane

Tears flowing, running nose dripping

Heaven showered me with thunderstorms and lightning.

 

Days, months, even a year moved

Time flew so fast like running

Now my contract is ending

What should I do? I kept thinking.

 

In the foreign land, I felt love, I felt that I am important and great

I had the freedom that I kept looking for

To gain myself and to be the real me.

 

Even if I have all of this, why do I still feel incomplete?

Some parts of my body are missing

All I want is to be happy

Why happiness is so hard to get?

Now I need to wake up to reality.

 

To face my family, to see my own kids

The life that I keep hiding on

Am I scared? I’m scared of my shadow that doesn’t want to leave

All I need is to be happy to find the real me.

Hear me

HEAR ME

 

What lies beneath is unknown.

Nobody can see you, you are on your own.

Worries and fear will surface without realizing it,

No matter how you pretend that you are not beat

 

Life is hard for some of us here.

Difficulties to others, abuse that is severe.

Forbidden to communicate with the people we love

I feel like a prisoner, photos are all I have.

 

I start before sunrise, end before midnight

Long hours of work, it does not seems right.

There are times that I wake up in my sleep in pain

Leg cramps that are unbearable are acting up again.

 

The food they give is not enough for me.

Leftover in a week, they give for free

But if there is nothing, I need to sit and wait

For them to finish dinner, I can have something on my plate.

 

I tried to reach out to others to let them know,

But their blank stares tell me, just go with the flow.

They listen with their eyes, not with their ears

Words they tell me, they bring me to tears

 

Life is hard for some of us here

Difficulties to others, some live in fear

We need a heart that listens and empathises

To feel our woes and hear our cries.

 

 

By Bhing Navato

My Life in a Foreign Land

My Life in a Foreign Land

By Rea Maac

It’s midnight and yet I’m still awake
It will be my last night in my own bed
We will not be together for 2 years
As I have a journey to seek.

I know in the days ahead
Everything will really change
Just hoping I can overcome
And always stay calm.

While my mind can’t rest, my eyes have given up
Until my alarm clock sounds so loud
Time to wake up and get ready
For my first flight to a foreign country.

I head to the airport with my family
I smile at them as if I’m fine
Just wave my hand as a sign of goodbye
Coz I don’t like to show them that I cry.

Inside the airplane I let it go
I cry as if there is no tomorrow
My family I will truly miss
Coz they are my life and my happiness.

After a few hours, the airplane lands
My heart is trembling like an earthquake
Honestly I am totally scared
“Oh God help me,” I pray.

My new life is about to begin
Not sure what will happen
A life so different from what it used to be
I have to accept it will never be easy.

Yes it’s tough from the very start
A big adjustment on my part
To be able to adopt their ways of living
Totally different in everything.

Every night, pain moves into my eyes
I don’t even know how I can survive
It’s so hard to set aside
The loneliness I feel inside.

I know I shouldn’t be in depression
Because it may destroy my ambition
Thinking of my family as inspiration
To be strong is a good decision.

As the days pass, I’m slowly getting used to it
Though sometimes sadness still comes
I just keep reminding myself to be strong
Soon I’ll go back to the place where I belong.

Being in a foreign land is a big risk
You will encounter a lot of hindrances
But don’t give up, keep moving instead
You must be a fighter if you want to succeed.

Never involve yourself in any trouble
Remember to be kind and humble
Respect all the people around you
So in return, they will respect you too.

And now it’s been 7 years
I’m fully adjusted and there’s no more fear
There are times sadness is still a trigger
But that is normal, it won’t last longer.

Let me give you some advice
Just always pray and do your best
God is watching, he will do the rest.

 

My Hero

MY HERO (Migrants)

 

She has a beautiful smile

And she takes care of an old man who is senile

No one knows how hard she works

At night she wakes and talks

 

She cries, when she is tired and lonely

Her hand phone is her company

She prays when she is weary

Hoping to have energy

To continue her journey.

 

When she does things and her bosses are not happy

They will start insulting & shouting till noon day

And off day during Sunday.

Life is not fair as they always say

Working hard but no money

Because my salary is not enough for my family,

To rest, eat, play and pray.

 

But some are working during Sunday

Cleaning, cooking and taking care of the whole family

I feel so sad to learned about their plight

Working whole day until night.

When the day is done

Her tiredness will be gone.

 

Oh what a life I should say

Working very hard for my family

I sometimes no time to eat

Because I rush my work and have time to meet,

 

Migrants or Domestic Worker shall I say

All is work everyday and even then they bully.

 

By: Miss Saturnina De Los Santos Rotelo (Cute)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Uncertainty

By Bhing Navato

This is our life as a migrant. You can stay or leave. There are no promises, but many surprises. Uncertainty, not being sure of the future. We just have to be ready for everything. Be mindful of every circumstance. This is us. The migrants.

Happiness that we want, will happen, but briefly. There is a limitation in everything. I keep trying to evaluate every situation, but it’s not us. Because our fate is in your hands. That is the reality. That’s how we are. The migrants.

When you look around, it’s all beautiful tall buildings. Houses are clean..sidewalks are litter free.Your children are well fed, sent to school, safely brought back home. Dinner is served.  You have nothing to worry, because we don’t want you to worry. We build relationships, we want a happy working environment. Not because we are migrants, but because we are human beings too.

I know, you can feel the love and respect we show you.We are happy if we see how you appreciate us. That stingy smile you will show means a lot to us; at least you smiled. Lines are drawn between us, we cannot mingle too much. It is okay, because we are migrants.

But uncertainty is constant to us. We have to accept that. We need to get used to it.Emotional feelings will not matter. It will change. We came here alone, we managed to survive, but still at the end, we are alone. That is our life. As a migrant.