And in times of misery,
Being prejudiced of my own soul
A foreigner to my mind,
A racist to my heart,
And a criminal to my art
Who can I still call home?
No one.
For even if how much I told myself
Not to lose me. I still did.
Again and again.
– Kath Panugan
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