Matter Most

I'm a real Filipino 
but something change on me 
The unique color of my skin 
That every foreign aim 
Was getting darker 
I'm a real girl 
but my body look not 
My body got a muscle 
In picking heavy things 
Just to have money for foods 
This changes of my body 
Cause of my work 
Under the heat of the sun 
Just to have strength 
Tomorrow to survive 
Whatever changes I have 
Didn't matter to me 
What important now 
I can eat everyday 
To face the coming day.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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