by: Lucille Jan Golilao The world seems so dark, Day and night it’s all black, Living in a dull life, How could I comply?
by: Josie Alexa Bautista One, two, three, can’t count the tears that continuously falling down on her cheeks. One,two, three, can’t count the times where she was so down. One, two three, As I step into this door, I hope I am not late at all.
by: Lucille Jan Golilao Being white does not decide my heart, Being brown does not make up my mind, Being black does not determine who I am, ‘cause the colors don’t define me.