I wrote this poem maybe a year and a half ago, and I never thought it would so relevant to the events that are happening in my country. #JusticeForKian

Walang ibang regalo, Kundi ang mga salita.

stuck in these four corners, reminding me of the same

Bakit ba natin kinatatakutan ang kulay na itim? Kung ako'y magbibigay sa bata ng kahon ng kendi na nakabalot sa kartolinang itim

Isang almusal, at isang merienda Alat, tamis, magkaibang lasa

Numbers were used to count To count all those moments,

13/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

12/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

11/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years. Note: This poem was numbered zero because this was supposed to be a reply to the previous numbered-only poems.

10/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

9/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

8/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

7/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

6/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years. P.S. It's #7 because there was a #6 and it is now a lost poem.

5/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

4/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

3/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

2/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.

1/13 of the poems I wrote during my high school years.