I’m proud I belong. Yes, I belong to a family, so proud to belong to a Filipino Family. I came from islands rippled with sun, where days have green briers and nights are warm with moon and stars. I’m glad to belong to a Filipino Family, because curdling my loins is blood, rich as milk, for I was born of Sultans, Rajahs, Kings, Soldiers, Heroes, who fought to sing the poetry of freedom. I belong to a Filipino Family, I live in a Filipino home, my house is my land, virgin, brown, wombed-out wombed-out of loam, volcanic rock and shells, carpeted with rice, coconuts, canes, trees, that rise as temples of grapple winds, rains, mighty rivers, furrowing the earth. earth. As I belong to a Filipino Family, I walk with my shadow as a marriage of flags, Malays, Chinese, American, American, Japanese, while in my bones slept quietly as a bride, vanquish desires of emperors who dreamt of empires, gold trade, and spice. Though I fail to breathe, I stand with the ancient, for my love and loyalty to a Filipino Family are as fish to the sea. I belong to a Filipino Family who believes in goodness and bounty of God, who believes in grandeurs of charity and in piece, who looks upon all men as brothers, whose task, it is to love, who sees that all men are equal, that all men are free, but who considers justice behind bars, as a cure for ills of man. I belong to a Filipino Family who loves 97 million Filipinos planting rice, husking coconuts, throwing nets far into the pacific, hacking mountains of Iron, Coal, Chrome, Manganese, and Timber to live. I’m proud I belong. Yes, I belong to a Filipino Family. Do you?
