by: Andoy Evangelista
Memory withers in the chaos of letters written by ink of blood.
Her punctuations are violently slashed by fingers
moving through keyboards like a virtual game of chance.
Her resonance is a broken phonograph lost in time.
The trembling soundbites of memes, tags, and vlogs
silenced her legible articulation.
She remains a militant,
insisting her place in a struggling nation.
Her guidance remains persistent yet fragile in the streets.
Her stability still robust yet malleable in the halls of the bohemians.
And her politics morphed into both a monster and a salvation at the same time.
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