if I’m American…
i might fill my hunger with breads and cakes. not with rice.
and probably encountered temptations of sex-permissive girls
scattered on Vegas lights.
if I’m Mexican…
it would more likely for me to turn to as a boxer.
one of those guys grasping for the healthiest grilled potato,
to beat Pacman the “Mexi-cutioner”…
if I’m European…
i could have not been much interested in the beauty of the East,
could have now drunkened by the worlds their lands give,
and would say,”Old World lonely..”
if I’m Japanese…
i would prefer much of technology rather than self-sciences,
and with city navigators and robots out working for me,
i could have lost my common sense.
if I’m Malaysian…
i might own part of blame for its claim for Sabah.
if I’m from the Pacific…
i might spend my days aboard a wooden canoe.No challenges in life.
if I’m not a Filipino…
i would never discover this nation’s sincerity amidst its hypocrisy.
its beauty amidst its dirt.
its love amidst its hate.
if I’m not a Filipino…
probably i will never came to know my wife.
the princess of my heart,
and my better half in life.