Irish Reem T.
Linaota October 7, 2024
12 - Charles Darwin 1st Semester - 2nd Quarter
PERFORMANCE TASK 1 IN CONTEMPORARY PHILIPPINE ARTS FROM THE REGION
The Ironic Middle
Creativity and hard work scarred my medius
Leaving it wounded and blacked, how hideous!
Then healed again, I continued the tedious
Wrote scores with a pen till I was piteous.
But oh! It exalted revenge, calloused and violent
Arose to shun the offenders for so frequent
But never did it warrant from us a compliment
As a badge of honor or weapon of an argument
Mobs want proof of labor, my fruits did not suffice
I showed them my middle to silence their vice
Instead, they started shooting me with their eyes
Their words held the torture of a giant spice.
They punished incompetent me repeatedly
I lazed around, I was put to work abrasively
And now, all I knew was to write and search endlessly
On the middle pedestal, I stood at the topmost sleeplessly.
The weariness and coldness started from a fingertip
Then it traveled and engulfed the beating ship
Then I came to my senses, mind started to strip
Indeed, I am but a middle finger until I will RIP.
Knowledge, hate, and life scarred my youth
Left me wanting help from anybody who’ll sooth
But never did I healed unlike my pitied tooth
Imprisoned by great fear of the painful truth.
But who am I to take revenge on the greater muscle,
Who rules the move I take, and forces life’s puzzle
I am but a part of the whole, a dust to the cosmic muzzle
A middle finger, calloused and angry typing in hustle.
