La Familia

How we all start

Everyone can tell

How it ends

No one can guess

Like the eyes and nostrils

Bonded

And yet ironically,

So distant

Blood should only deny allegiance

When the body breaks

But families…

Can’t wait not to meet

Except someone’s wedding

Or someone’s dead

We think 3 cows will suffice

To ease emotional heartaches

Of course, they don’t !

I know my Aunt on TV

Though we’ve never met in the city

Cousin has my 3year old pictures

Yet, doesn’t know it’s me in the bus every morning

We all have phones, internet and transportation

And yes… the world is a global ‘village’

So, I wonder how we don’t see

When we live in the same ‘village’

Of myths, our ears are full

‘… Aje ni, o n po mo je!’

(They are witches/wizards, they kill!)

Our thoughts, ego rules

‘…They only want my money!’

There’s nothing like family…

Or do we need orphans to remind us?

 

Authenticity

What’s real about you?

Is it your nails?

From somewhere in downtown Taiwan

Or your hair?

Probably from neighbouring Korea

Your skin-colour’s been replaced

For a more appealing ‘bright’

Thanks to European cosmetology

Oh! So you also have a flat belly?

Like we don’t know where that came from…

Now, you’re set to get silicon parts

‘Cause your chest-size suddenly troubles you

At first, I thought your eyes were yours…

But guess what?

They’re made from timber too!

Hmm… you seem to be lost

Bits and pieces of you everywhere…

But, in case you find yourself someday…

I would very much like to meet the real you.