Author: Francine Shamah Nacu

BGC nila’y brgy ng kinang, gate na yari sa ginto. Isip ng mayayaman, street rat sila, walang luho. Gulo sa plaza’y walang dungis o sugat, Pero sa kanila, ‘yan ang buhay — sigaw ng hustler na bata, Out of touch na mundo para sa rich at wannabes lamang. Read more

She treads the silent corridors where voices fall through cracked spaces,A million daughters are cloaked in an unspoken ache,Their voices fading into the abyss by the cold, their pleas dismissed,Truths discarded, bleeding into void—A price paid deeply, fierce and bare. They heal with hands carved from a ceaseless strain,Worn and… Read more

In the fading light where language used to dance from soul to page, Words now find themselves trapped inside a silent cage. We — the seekers, the dreamers bound by rules unseen, Struggle beneath the weight of an algorithmic machine. Oh, it is cruel and unjust, this demand we cannot… Read more