I never thought that this spoken word will turn out creepy. It was not my intention at first but THIS happens. Oh well. When I was writing this, it was meant to show how disorganized my thoughts were or what goes through my head whenever I get hit by mania but I promise it’s not creepy as it looks in the spoken word video XD
It’s been awhile since I wrote a rhyming-poerty and this one is an old one. I’ve done thi like two years ago. Never got a chance to share it to people. I was flipping to my Writing Notebook where I write my poetry and spoken word and stumble upon it and thought, “Hey, this poem needs sharing, like NOW”
So here it is.
I’m not supposed to post this yet but in light of Amy Bleuel’s death (she committed suicide), I decided I will. This spoken word piece is very close to me. I wrote it one day and while writing it, I was a sobbing mess. It took me days before I know I could read it and do a spoken word video without being an emotional wreck.
If there is one thing I learned and observed as I suffer from depression is that who I am now is not who I was before. Things change in you when things spiral down hill in your head.
So let me share to you a short spoken word of the many conversations with myself.
March. What’s so special about March? Besides the start of summer in the Philippines or a new season of RPDR, March is International Women’s Month or Women’s Month.
In honor of women everywhere, I decided to make a spoken word video.
I dedicate this to all the women in the world, to my fellow women and to the women in my life that has given the strength to be who I am right now. This is for you.