Sa aking pagkurap, lumitaw ang isang kakaibang hardin. Tinutubuan ng mga bulaklak na lahat ay matitinik at pawang kulay itim.

It has long been inculcated in our minds that to be the perfect Filipina, you should be like Maria Clara.

I always thought wars were waged because of the absence of peace but mine was different, for peace was there but purpose was not.

As rainbows radiate through my body, There grow sharp thorns that protect me.

As we journey through life, we may happen to stumble on to some thorns. These may prick us, cut us, and cause us a few pain.

Ang dating usbong ng munting rosas mong dala na kanina lamang ay napapaliligiran ng mamula-mulang talulot ay ngayo’y hubad na sa aking harap