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CAN YOU READ THIS?

I wish I can be like you.

I wish I can write my name

And read the ABCs and fairytale books…

And count numbers more than my fingers.



I wish I can play and go to school,

Like that of the children I see every morning

When I go to the fields and harvest abaca leaves,

With their white uniforms, pencils and notebooks,

And pair of black shoes and slippers- they look so happy…



CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION?

How much is it to get an education?

Or to dream, or to have the chance to become?

Cause maybe if I work hard enough,

I can be someone great whom Itay and Inay can be proud of.



Maybe they will stop hurting me and telling me

That I am nothing but a pain in their necks.

I never asked to be born, but I am still thankful

There is life and that I have a family…

I just wish that they would love me, or at least see me.



CAN YOU SEE ME?

I wish you can really see me.

And take a moment to hear my joys and my pains…

Look around you, I could be one of them.

I am just one of the millions of children who are dying to be heard.



They say that we are the hope of the future,

I don’t think that we can handle that…and I am scared,

Cause now, we’re starting to lose our light.

Please don’t ignore me and walk away just like them…

I still have one last question and one last wish:



WOULD YOU CARE ENOUGH TO HELP US?