Worlds Apart

Poem and photos by ‘Clutch‘ participant Krystel Pasignasigna.  Created during her most recent trip to the Philippines in May 2008.

Worlds Apart

Missing my home,
With the longing to fly back to my third-world country,
To fly back to the place by which I feel free,
To the peoples who gave me a better understanding of,
Who I am and what it is to be me.

It was as if I tasted sugar for the first time in my life.
In shock by the euphoric taste of sweetness,
I no longer knew who was the one living in strife.
Renewed my mind, it opened my eyes.
Something that was always there, like the truth hidden behind lies,
I had never certainly known.
The fast speed we walk in my world,
The desperate need for more, more, more.
Compared to the poverty in their lives,
The joy and contentment in their eyes.
I no longer knew, I was confused.
Here, we dress to impress,
Buy the latest fashion item, even if it costs hundreds of dollars,
Just to pass the social circle’s test.
While they hope their home’s personal store,
Will sell enough pieces of candy or bottles of Coke,
To buy a week’s supply of food for the family, at twelve dollars’ worth.
Apparently, there are bigger issues than having,
A pair of small love handles,
That’s got you whining,
Or not having the latest gadget or cell phone,
Making you the most up-to-date,
Been so blessed, you had never even known.
Never realized the extremity of how fortunate
You are – that you’re here, not there.
You might have sunk deep in debt,
Struggling to make those bill payments,
Nonetheless, you’re on the higher end.
There’s nothing your
OSAP-paid education can’t mend.
Look around, you’re in the wealthy land of opportunities,
Too focused on the clearer picture of the future ahead of you,
It might be difficult to realize and see,
The easy chance you’ve been given to be whoever you want to be.

But it is sad to realize that everything,
Comes down to the amount of money we’ve got jingling,
In our pockets, that’s defining our class and state of being.
Sometimes I wonder if we really are free,
Deprived of contentment, immersed in superficiality,
Seems to me, those who are living large might truly be the ones in need.
While the rest can find treasure in the things we find worthless,
Amazingly, they’re living proof that true, genuine happiness,
Is still existent when you’re impoverished.

~ by alexfelipe on July 20, 2008.

8 Responses to “Worlds Apart”

  1. awesome work Krystel! I’m excited to see what you talented girls will be creating during the course of the program…

  2. Couldn’t have said it better myself.

    Keep it comin!

  3. wicked stuff… wud love to see more.

  4. so awesome krystel! I can’t wait to hear and see more of your work. If you ever need anything let me know! you’re gooood!

  5. great job krystel! your words echo many the sentiment of balikbayans who go home for the first time. i look forward to hearing more of your voice.

  6. niiiiiiiice!

  7. Hi Krystel…I love the honesty in this poem and the astute observations that you make about the differences and similarities between the two cultures. i also admire your courage in asking difficult questions, like what is happiness and what is freedom.
    There is a sadness to this poem, but there is so much strength too in your questioning and in your realism… I look forward to reading more of your work.

  8. Great work Krys! I didn’t know you were a part of Clutch.

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