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Thankful to have this poem, "this is what I know" added to Lannang Articles' project on culture, identity and language. I had written this poem this past Spring when I attended a session with fellow Pinoy creatives. It was the first time I had been surrounded by poets of diaspora. I didn't even have to explain the meanings of this poem as we took a few minutes after a prompt on language. They knew. They understood what memories and phrases that come to the surface and pop like bubbles meant. Fleeting and magical and for a moment, a crystal clear remembrance of knowing of the native tongue. I haven't been able to join in other sessions, but it did my soul good seeing Pinoy poets and listening to their stories and poems. I need more of that, please. Anyway, here it is below: Here’s what I know: Usa lang ako. I am one. I am alone. Mahal ko…..STOP. Sayap. I am sorry. Words escape me, And my mother tongue gets duller as I age. For more of 'Here's what I know, go here: https://www.lannangarchives.org/post/here-s-what-i-know I'm glad you found your way here. If you'd like to stay awhile, I'd love to have you over at Between Here & Home—my monthly letter where I share what I'm reading, what I'm writing, and whatever stories I'm carrying around at the time. Stay Awhile →
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