Ampalaya

AMPALAYA: ISANG LIHAM PARA SA AKING MGA MAG-AARAL NG FILIPINO SA ANN ARBOR*
(For Abby, Colleen, Melissa, Mel, Jay, Jeremy, Jillian, Tom, Antoinette, Jason, Jerry, Clare, and Marco)

Ampalaya.
Mapait na gulay
Ang ampalaya.

Kasimpait ng mga salaysay
Mula sa tinubuang bayan:
Dose anyos na bata, nagbigti dahil sa kahirapan.
Dalawang estudyanteng aktibista,
Ginahasa at pinahirapan ng militar.
Pitong mangggawang magsasaka,
Binaril habang nagwewelga.

Sana’y hindi ganito kapait
Ang mga balitang natatanggap.
Sana’y maaaring ibabad
Sa asin,
Banlawan sa tubig,
Pigain hanggang sa mawala ang pait
Tulad ng pagkikibit-balikat at pagbibingi-bingihan
Ng ilang kababayan.
Tulad ng paghahanda ng ampalaya.

Kung sana’y makapagkuwento na lang ako
Ng istoryang singtamis ng leche flan,
Singsarap at singlutong
Ng lechon.
Ngunit walang tamis-sarap-lutong
Sa balita sa panahon
Ng panganib at panlilinlang
Sa ating bayan.

Ngunit kung makikinig kayo,
Mahal kong mga mag-aaral,
Sa mga kuwentong ampalaya
Mula sa bayan ng inyong mga ninuno,
Inyong mababatid
Na ang pagiging Filipino,
Ay wala sa dila at tiyan
Na kayang sikmurain ang pagkain
Ng ampalayang malupit ang pait.

BITTER MELON: A LETTER TO MY FILIPINO LANGUAGE CLASS STUDENTS IN ANN ARBOR
(Abby, Colleen, Melissa, Mel, Jay, Jeremy, Jillian, Tom, Antoinette, Jason, Jerry, Clare and Marco)

Ampalaya.
The bitter melon is true to its name.
Bitter.

Bitter like stories from the homeland:
The twelve-year old girl who hanged herself
To escape poverty;
Two student activists,
Raped and tortured by the military.
Seven peasant workers massacred
At the hacienda picket line.

I wish the stories were not this bitter.
Perhaps I can rub them with salt,
Rinse them in water,
Squeeze the bitterness out,
The way many kababayans think
Forgetting is as simple
As taking the bitterness
Out of ampalaya.

Perhaps I could tell you stories
As sweet as leche flan
Or as succulent and crispy as lechon skin.
But sweet-succulent-crispy is not on the menu
In times of danger and deceit.

And yet, should you listen,
Even for a moment,
To these ampalaya stories of the homeland,
Then you will know that being Filipino
Is not about
Having the stomach
To eat the bitter melon.
Ampalaya.

Joi Barrios, BAYAN Women’s Desk (Bagong Alyansang Makabayan)
*This poem was read on November 10, 2007 at the Filipino Cultural Night at the University of Michigan Ann Arbor.

Prutas

Note: English translation follows

PRUTAS*
Ni Joi Barrios

(inspired by Pablo Neruda’s “The United Fruit Company”)

Gusto mo ba ng pinya?
Iyong pantay ang pagkakahiwa,
May sukat na tamang-tama
At tamis na hindi pumapalya.

Magbukas ng lata ng Del Monte Pineapple.

Gusto mo ba ng saging?
Iyong pare-pareho ang sukat,
Kahit medyo mapakla,
Walang peklat ang balat.

Magtalop ng Dole banana.

Gusto mo ba ng papaya?
Di lang para sa sikmura
Kundi mabisang pampaputi, pampakinis
Kutis na kaakit-akit.

Namnamin ang papaya puree ng Passina,
Imported mula sa Europa,
Pero huwag ka, piniga sa bunga
na pinitas sa Surallah.

Ang prutas sa ating isip,
Pag sa bote o lata ay laging mas matamis.
Ang lason ng pestisidyo ay nasa utak,
Nasa ating patuloy na pagkabihag.

FRUITS*
(Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s “United Fruit Company”)

Would you like a pineapple?
Uniformly sliced,
Unfailingly sweet?

Open a can of Del Monte Pineapple.

Would you like a banana,
Bland but unblemished?

Peel a Dole banana.

Would you like some papaya?
Not just for dessert
But for an Asian woman’s dream
Of fairer skin.

Avail of papaya products from Passina.
Imported from Europe,
But made from fruits picked in Surallah,
Twice circling the globe
For customers like you.

Canned fruits are sweeter
In minds poisoned by the pesticides
Of a country’s colonial past.

*The poem was requested by the Instituto Cervantes . It was read in a program honoring Pablo Neruda and featuring Filipino poets influenced by Neruda.