Irish-Filipino Me Poem by Butch Decatoria

In my opinion, Filipinos are generally
Jealous
That predisposition to
"not having it"
But I'm the kind of Mistiso soup that warms you up
Inside
Who has treasures beyond
This half heaven / modern hell called Life (in pockets)
Those indentured to possession & Need
It's the chain that keeps it's hooks
In us - butterfly & poetry...

When the music dies
Become anew, a kind of dance
Perhaps from dreams / perchance come true...
From mini Filipino Me,
Late bloom cool
Lotus, my other name
Without shame within
The rain
The ocean
The island sun
Bright eye of fullest Moon,
Tides in-between flesh & twilight
A twin to gold
A Most enboldened fool.

Irish Filipino Me, not fresh off the boat,
But an American akin to Hope.
Half-breed
Irie-Flippin' Me
I am Love's Phoenix
Fasho
"I see
You, " She says
I feel you
I say - soon will see
I do
I bleed
A spoke on the Wheel,
Meadow Green and Sulu sea.
Hybrid swim
Irish Filipino Me.