Ontological Insecurity Poem by RIC BASTASA

Ontological Insecurity



because you see me as
an instrument i have become
a spoon to you
sometimes a cup
you take a bite and you
pour something hot
and cold in my
vessel shaped soul

i have long wanted
that you see me as a body
a man
a person walking tall with my
dignity intact like
a belt around my waist

do not forget i am an individual
i have dreams
and i have pride
do not give me another name
i have been christened
and my name will always be
mine alone.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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