A Young Writer’s Will


after watching Mike de Leon’s Bayaning Third World(1999)

I wish to be a celebrity
the moment I die.

Scholars would rush to my
mother asking for my manuscripts
and she would sell them like
old newspapers to a junk shop

Critics will get published (and paid) just to
look for solutions to their generation’s
problems in pages where I wrote
my adolescences angst.

Film makers would reconstruct my
life based on accounts from teachers
who hated my ideology and past
lovers I killed time with.

Admirers would regret I wasn’t
able to share my writing habits,
or the novels that deprived me sleep,
and the poem that made me cry.

I wish to be gone when this race
turns another simple man into a myth.

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