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The unattainable justice

THE UNATTAINABLE JUSTICE

It all started with a dream,
A dream that was taken away,
Away from the expectations that it will fail,
Failure that I now want to break away,
Thinkin’ that justice is not easy, there is a cost to pay
So, at this time, hope is not a good place to stay,
I just want to run away
Leaving my homeland behind
To a country that I was blind
The place that I have known for possibilities
Turned out to be my land of turmoil
and bitterness
How unfortunate I am to be trapped in a misery
of a foreign land
Justice, where are you?
Are you still yet to be found?
Just like the dusk, nearing
the night where the darkness
Starts swallowing my heart and
my dreams shattered,
broken pieces scattered around
Like a flower that blossoms at spring season,
fragrant, thriving in beauty
But when the violent monsoon comes,
They languish, it falls off and the beauty is
destroyed
Life is full of surprises and uncertainties
As much as I wanted to go
through the streams of possibilities
Pain and suffering are toppling me down,
They are the inevitable tidal waves
of after quakes
I am intimidated
Causing me not to swim around
Because my life is like a boat
That is directed by a rudder
that when it breaks and it snaps,
Life will be lost, I don’t know where to go,
Nowhere else to be found
For all I wanted to be is to fulfill
my dreams and change my destiny
Leaving oppression behind, give a
good life to my family,
And kiss goodbye to poverty
But seems like lady luck
is not smiling at me,
For the justice that I simply wanna see,
To triumph over an instance
of mistaken identity is far beyond reach,
I am now in the state of apathy
So, help me God,
You are the Only Reason I see,
To hold on to this land,
To be the justice in every plea,
The Hope to every misery,
My Freedom and My Victory

 

By Emmy Flores

Emmy has been staying at HOME shelter for some time whilst her case is being investigated. She volunteers at the shelter and showcases her many talents in different ways. Recently she was part of an art exhibition for migrant workers. 

 

 

 

 

 

Here I am

Here I am

 

In your Eyes

I am your slave.

No matter what you think

I don’t feel or see myself that way.

To satisfy your ego

You made me suffer

I cried in the dark

But never did I utter.

You thought I was your puppet

You held the string of my life

You made me go round in circles

Despite everything you did to me

I will never give up

For I know

I am not the person you see

I will live my dreams

Stay strong,

Go far

I can achieve it all

Positive and determined.

 

Here I am……………..

 

 

By Jofel Dosano Villaruel

Jofel is a domestic worker in Singapore that has been staying at HOME shelter for some time whilst her case is being investigated by the police..

Her full story van be read here: https://myvoiceathome.org/2018/11/22/my-story-my-life/

Rest in Peace?

Rest in Peace?


How many lives will be wasted
How many dreams will be tainted
How many Migrant Domestic Workers will go home cold and lifeless
How many hearts will shatter with distress
How many children will not be able to hug their mother
How many parents will miss their daughter
How many siblings will loose their sister
How many husbands will be left heartbroken 


How much you pay for her as a commodity
How much is her worth to be your property
How much it takes to treat her fairly
How much respect to spare her freely
How much tears she'll shed for humanity
How long she'll beg for equality
How many times will she be denied of justice in this society


The answer my friend is the storm she carries with her to the grave


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My sunset

By Rara

 

My Sunset

 

When the sun is rising

When the morning comes

When the air is cold

At that moment, I remember you

 

You, you are my sunset

The sunset that I always miss

The sunset that is always in my mind

The sunset that always makes me warm

But …

I have lost you

 

If I had a second chance

I always want to be with you

Spend every second in my life

Laughing with you

Crying in your arms

And fall asleep in your hug

 

Dear my sunset

In another life

I will never let you go

 

 

Rara is a pseudonym. Rara is a domestic worker from Indonesia and has been staying at HOME shelter and writing helps her to cope with the problems in her life. The English version of her poem Matahari is her own.

Who is She?

Who is She?

***

She is the first person to wake up in this house

She prepares your breakfast and packs foods for you to bring

She assist your kids to be ready for school

Who is she?

The maid you call her.

**

She tidies up your crumpled bed so you may rest your tired body

She cleans up your house so you may have a peaceful mind

She takes care of your kids while you are at work so you may not worry

Who is she?

The maid you call her.

**

She cooks food so you may have a sumptuous dinner as you always say

She feeds your kids so they may stay healthy

She secure doors and windows each night for your safety

Who is she?

The maid you call her.

**

Her worth is less than a thousand each month

Her freedom two days each month

Two days with curfew hours each month

She is the maid.

That is what she deserves.

Too much isn’t it?

**

**

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BEING A DOMESTIC HELPER

By: Jean RAGUAL

 

Being a domestic helper

 

My heart is without pain

If they call us only HELPER

The sadness of my will

Who are the educated people of the world?

 

They still lower the real meaning

And the importance of being a HELPER

 

You are a hero and very helpful person

Your blessings will be rewarded

GOD to create you will be praised

 

You are a hero and very helpful person

Your blessings will be rewarded

GOD to create you will be praised

 

Sweaty day and night

Soaked at work

She will remain stable

Because each drop of it

In life it is symbolic

Cinderella’s reality

Cinderella’s reality 
**
Thirty minutes past six
Phone starts ringing
Six times six times six
Cinderella is late
The monster red dot father is in rage
**
She was treated like a real princess
At the castle beside the bay
True smile surfaces on her face
Happiness she longs to embrace
Appreciation she wishes
Dignified and a real bless
**
Thirty minutes past six
Slowly monster shedding her flesh
Cutting her sanity bit by bit
Stepping her dignity to pieces
Rude words suffocate her breath
Now she is drowned in tears
The monster with a mouth like a sword slashed her with words
**
Thirty minutes past six
Doors open, door shut
No one can save her in that shack
Corners hear her cry
Rooms fill her anguish
Home she calls imprisoned her freedom
Family she says cuffs her equality
Thirty minutes past six Cinderella faces reality
She is nothing but a maid.
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