He’s gold, you’re silver,
and I’m wearing green.
I’ve always wanted to conquer, and now I have,
but I’m still in shellshock.
See what you’ve done to me?
Retreat, lick my wounds, lick them clean
until I’m no longer jaded.
Retreat, lick my wounds, lick them clean
until all promises of happiness are forgotten.
It’s only compulsory
to release steam after four years fighting.
Laugh the loudest laugh, the grittiest growl,
let all that is built up come blasting out
for once in my God damn life.
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Troy Cabida (he/him) is a Filipino poet and producer based in south west London.
His recent poems have appeared in TAYO Literary Magazine, harana poetry, MacMillan and bath magg. He is a producer for London open mic night Poetry and Shaah and co-founder of Liwayway Kolektibo, an arts and culture network providing space for UK-based Filipino/a/x creatives. His debut pamphlet, War Dove, was published by Bad Betty Press in 2020.
Photo taken by Ray Roberts.
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