She
doesn't want her daughter to think she's that kind of woman
Based on her true story.
I.
She
was a minor when the raid happened. Videotaped dancing naked onstage, on
national TV news with her soon-to-be-lady parts pixelated along with her face.
The raid, led by a certain international humanitarian agency, was conducted to
rescue them and arrest the perpetrators of a major offense.
Hauled
with the other victims to a facility of the Department of Social Welfare and
Development (DSWD), she was the most defiant and engaged the department
secretary in a shouting match. Innocent and ignorant perhaps of her own
exploited innocence and underage status—and all its criminal implications and
liabilities—she demanded tearfully for her immediate freedom to work for food
as she knew how.
II.
Under
the government agency's custody, she—they—soon
found out she was pregnant with her then-lover's child. They advised her to sue
him: statutory rape. She refused; he was her lover.
She
threatened abortion, giving them more reason to keep and watch over her.
She
seriously considered adoption, till she gave birth and saw the face of her
firstborn and decided to keep and raise her baby daughter.
III.
They
were protected, trained in livelihood skills, and rehabilitated.
Upon
her release, she soon found out that he was immigrating somewhere to North
America.
Upon
her release, she worked at various odd jobs, barely supporting herself and her
daughter (whom she sent off to live with her family, in her home city somewhere
in Southern Philippines).
Months
after her release, she was back in the oldest profession. Soon, she would reach
legal age.
IV.
She
prefers it here in a provincial city, where the bar owner gives her, them, the
option to refuse takeout service. She prefers it here in a provincial city,
unlike in Metro Manila where the bar owners compel her, them, to render takeout
service. (Who knows what lurking monster or monsters will end up with her,
alone in a secret den.)
She
worked in one of the classier and higher paying joints in the big city, though.
But she wouldn't go back there as it is humiliating: It is always assumed that
those who left that high-end brothel "successfully" married their
rich customers, or "progressed" into kept women.
V.
She
tried her hand in swine raising, in her home city, but found it difficult to
earn only every three months, when the hogs are grown and ready for sale. (She
had, and has, full-grown pigs for company every night. One was 66 years old,
and “it” just didn't stand a chance.)
VI.
Twenty-six
years old and still beautiful. She wants out before she reaches and looks 30, the
average age when workers in her industry devalue significantly.
VII.
There
are months when she could afford a vacation, and stays in her home city with
her mother and now eight-year-old daughter. There she mostly stays at home, in
plain shirt and pants. There in their poor neighborhood, she knows women who
are regularly fetched by the mayor's aides. She refuses to be one of them.
She
doesn't want her daughter to think she's that kind of woman.
Karlo Sevilla
Karlo Sevilla writes from
Quezon City, Philippines and is the author of two poetry collections: “Metro
Manila Mammal” (Soma Publishing, 2018) and “You” (Origami Poems Project, 2017).
He was a runner-up in Submittable’s 2018 National Poetry Month poetry contest
and one of his poems was nominated by Ariel Chart for the 2018 Best of
the Net Literary Awards. He also won third place in Tanggol Wika's DALITEXT 2018
poetry contest, and his partial translation into Tagalog of Dylan Thomas’ poem,
“And Death Shall Have No Dominion,” won a reader's choice award from Human
Rights Online Philippines’ 8th HR Pinduteros Choice Awards. He has more than a
hundred poems published in various literary magazines and platforms worldwide,
including Philippines Graphic, Ariel Chart (as aforementioned), Collective
Unrest, Derelict Lit, Rue Scribe, Poets Reading the News,
and elsewhere. He currently studies for the Certificate in Literature and
Creative Writing in Filipino program of the Center for Creative Writing of the
Polytechnic University of the Philippines.
Tags:
Poetry