Prize Of Fame Poem by Anna Mae Angana

With all the hardships I did;

Its time to reap the fruits of my deed.

Overwhelmed with my pride;

Feeling viciously happy for a while.




As I look on the roadside;

My beautiful faces are displayed.

Hanged in a huge billboard,

That once fold will be forgotten in time.



As I go on to the other side of the road,

An ample of my fans symbolize my fame.

The many screams I hear

It lessens my shame.



As I pace forward to another avenue,

I realized I’m in an adjustable cell.

It stretches to places I wanted to go,

But where’s the exit gate?





***17Mar2010***



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