When I was eight years old Our place was in war Muslims raided our barangay But with the help Of our neighbor muslim We were safe From that time I am alarmed when they are around Fear of gunshots, Dead bodies and fired houses Like when I was eight years old My memories were shattered Crashed and turned the bright smile of my muslim friend Is not what I’ve remembered But the experience I’ve had Until I am twice my age Twist of events happened Consciousness is evident Face your fear they say I face it, live with it and become one with it At first resistance and hesitation My nature conquer me Friendliness took over me As the days,months and years pass I’ve realized,in my eight years The barriers which I've built The generalization I’ve thought The perspective of such Were destroyed, awaken me Not all of them are alike Cultures,beliefs, tradition Not alike, different One can think of many Goods become bad And bad becomes good Image,reputation,experience Bonding,togetherness Belongingness and diversity Intersection,meet in one place Differences of one's culture Twice and a half Sudden change of thought Sudden change of bringing Of what they used to be Consciousness,hesitation and resistance Bringing one's diversity Can make a thousand of misjudgements But making us a bolder and stronger Individuals, socialist, independent Human with intellectual capability To break the thousand of barriers Built long time ago Once shattered, Back with a solid foundation Im not alone, I have a friend In ups and down Shes here with me, fighting Of what was blinded Muslims are not feared but a friend.
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