**Carrying My Own Umbrella** In streets where jeepneys rumble on, And children play till day is gone, I walk beneath a sky of gray Embracing storms along my way. Adobo scent from homes arise, Each pot reflects our shared goodbyes, In bamboo sheds I learned to stand, Umbrella clasped in my own hand. From tales of rice fields, sweat and toil, I draw the courage to uncoil The fears that brew in whispered night, One step alone, to find my light. Beneath the sampaguita's bloom, I face the shadows, pierce the gloom, The rain may fall, yet undeterred, I wield the strength in every word. For in this land where hearts are true, I've found my way and broke through blue, With courage born from stories told, I carry my own umbrella bold.