IPSISSIMA VERBA(The Very Words)

I dedicate this poem to my family.To the BASILAN and CHORAWAN clan.I would never be here if you weren't there to make life better.Thanks for the laughter after the tears,the smiles after the pain,the love beyond hate,and the patience and love you've shown when I was unlovable.

"Ipsissima Verba"

When I look back on life
I see the dull realities
Of hopes and dreams,
Of failures and fears.
But through the harshness
I see one troop:
That of my mother's
And that of my dad's group.
I,always a part of their guild,
I,always a part of the guffaw,
They,who serve as my shield,
They,ne'er replace mere pelf.
We refine each other
True,like fine gold.
Me a person of the clandestine,
Me,faking I'm bold.
Through my infinite distress,
Through my plausible prestige,
I see the furnished truth,
That "us" any solicitude can't besiege.