We hold these truth to self-evident that all men are created equal

I will soon have to deliver an oration for my speech class. I am going to share it here. 🙂

In history class, we’ve been having discussion about different revolutions wherein its agenda cried for equality. In CLF, or whatever values integration we have in a subject, it is always pointed out that we are created equal by God. With that, despite the differences in each and everyone of us, we must treat each other equally. And it is given that all of us desire for equality. By really opening our eyes on what is happening around us, can we say that equality is there? Let’s reflect on how we treat others; if our actions have destroyed human dignity and the meaning of equality. Everyday, I witness so many heartbreaking things that people do to others such as calling names, judging a person, bullying, talking bad about a person without knowing their story, not acknowledging one’s presence, being racist, getting mad at a person for no reason, being rude and disrespectful, and many more. To those who do these things, it may be done out of habit or unconsciously done. Where is the equality there? For sure, we are all involved in this. No one is truly free and equal in our world. We can’t affirm that we are endowed with certain rights such as life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. Why? We are all victims. We all have been dehumanized. We are not free to show our true colors because there are stereotypes of what’s accepted in society. We would care about how society perceives us and if we belong. There are judgements and prejudice everywhere. There will always be forces bringing us down. And how much more to those who experienced worse than us? To the poor people, the LGBT community, racial, ethnic and religious minorities? These people’s voices need to be heard even more and to have their existence noticed. They have received more than enough discrimination and hate. If we are all equal, then there will be no division between, the rich and the poor, the straight and the gay, blacks and whites, Asians and other races, Christians and Muslims. If only we accept and respect differences, and not make one’s worth based on background.  If only we could alleviate those in poverty. If only everyone cared. If only everyone are friends. If only we hold these truth to self-evident that all men are created equal. That must start with you.


Don’t quit

Don’ t quit

When things go wrong , as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

When you want to smile , but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit

Rest if you must , but don’t you quit

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns.

And many a failure turns about ,

When they might have won had they stuck it out.

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow

You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up

When he might have captured the victor’s cup;

And he learned too late when the night came down,

How close he was to the golden crown

Success is failure turned inside out

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit

This is a poem that I’m asked to memorize as of the moment. It is worth the memorization and it is worth to share. Rest if you must but don’t you quit!

It was just a bad day

Moods are always challenged

From being happy to sad

May not be on the mood today

That was just today

Tomorrow will be better

Probably just tired

Not just, but ALWAYS tired

That’s life

How I respond is up to me

Turning negativity to positivity

Can’t always be complaining

Solution is just there

Time to rest

Sleep all day long

It was just a bad day

PS: Poem not poem

INVICTUS by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

This is one of my favorite poems aside from Desiderata.

POEM// Missing Blues

You’re always in my mind

The one I’d want to find

How could I be blind

That you are one of a kind


You saw the good in me

That I didn’t see

I see myself in you

What I said is true


You’ve made my day

Even when it’s grey

It’s different when you’re away

You I always pray

POEM// I am almost there

I am almost there

Living my prayer

It’s been a long wait

Soon to face my fate

I am holding on

Things cannot go wrong

The preparation

I shall never waste



Poem dedicated to Friends

How did we become close?

A question always asked

Everything was so sudden

Like us being friends

We’ve talked

Something casual at first

As time went by

Personal has it become

Time spent together

The more we knew each other

Comfort was felt

Of each other’s company

A person whom I  once bumped into

Isn’t just someone I know

Or who merely became my friend

But sent from the heavens above

We’ve been there for each other

In the ups and downs

Couldn’t have made it through

Without each other’s support

I’ve been formed

One of the reasons is you

You’re a stepping stone from God

To be more than I am

Praying everyday

That our friendship would remain

Despite not always seeing each other

You’ll always be in my heart

POEM// A Life With A Dream

Thinking about the days that past

Realizing I’m getting old so fast

Getting farther than I thought

Looking forward to what has to be sought


Attempted to try

Struggled and cry

Failed in the process

Continued to progress


That’s what my life has been

A life that hasn’t been so clean

Perfect life is what I dream

But life disasters has gone extreme


My dream I want to achieve

And that I believe

Tensions I have to face

Before I finish this race

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