3 yers ago…
I went to Singapore looking for a job as a chef and hired in one small restaurant in Bugis. The government denied my working visa. I didn’t lost my hope and I applied for another company that hired me also. Again, the government denied my application.I got 3 denied at 4 different companies and I had no money left on my pocket.I stayed there for 3 months of great loneliness, hunger and depression. I shared with my brother’s room at Bedok Square where there was a library nearby.
Waiting for my remaining days there, I went at the library and study their culture, tradition and history every 6 pm till it closes at 11 pm.Mostly, I pickup Singapore and Malaysian Lit. Singapore is a rich country, and the salary is decent. Only 3 hours and 40 minutes from Manila, Philippines.I didn’t see slum or homeless during my stays there
The roads, subways, buildings, bridges and houses were almost perfect. Everybody is busy working and happy and full of dreams while mine were fading.
Then a woman approached me on the reading cubicle asking help for her son that had ill and dying in the hospital.I told her I’m sorry for her boy and I know the feeling she suffered but I’m also like a bum on a country not mine.
I wrote a poem immediately like a man holding a cam on his hand honoring the mother’s love.
It’s not a great poem, I know and I am not a good poet but I give it a try on one literary e-zine for Filipino artist living abroad and it was accepted 3 years ago at Our Own Voice, a Filipino Diaspora.
It’s my first poem been accepted for publication.