Motherland, I am your borders.
I am full of borders crossed
over and over again.
Rigid lines separating
my dark brown skin to my
American tongue to my
too stout with no bridge and my
ilong (1)
love for vinegar with my longanisa (2) and bangus (3)
. I have cracks and fissures...
As a person who identifies as an AAPI (Asian American Pacific Islander), it’s extremely important to know my history, to understand that everything we do now was made possible because of the sacrifices made by our forefathers in the Philippines. Freedom is not gained by being passive,...
Being Pilipino American is an experience that one might view as confusing.
For me, I’ve never really experienced an opportunity where my family members spoke about the Philippines except in the small facets of culture like language, music and food. I was taught that being Pilipino...
