KILLING MYSELF
BY: BERTLYN CALDEO ALIS
Diverse people from diverse places have once come to colonize our country. Literature and picture stands as a witness of how we endure, struggle, and fight that yields of what we regard today as history.
At the heart of our country carves an era that manifolds through the regime of Spanish occupation, Japanese conquistadors, American colonialism onward to the Birth of World War.And the fruit of these all is my unique individuality.I am the child of the west and east combined.
I am a product of so many revolution. For a time, I was blinded from what is real. For centuries, I was enslaved by people of different blood,color and race.
Spanish colonizers use religion as an excuse to earn the heart of my race.They taught me to embrace poverty as a virtue and expose me to learn gambling and even cock-fighting.
I am killing myself.Killing the old filipino, Within me came rushing out the stinking blood of every devilish deed.My heart has stop pumping the music of deception.My lungs has totally exhaled every waste i have inside.
