I sit here in this fucking house in the colonized town of Cerritos, California with the same Che shirt I’ve been wearing for three days and the beret that still smells like the Amazon package it came in, and I can feel the empire pressing in through the drywall. My whole family is Americanized. They…

Why does this keep happening? First Mom… then her. Two Filipino women, the two who were supposed to have my back, and both chose white men over me. Over us. Over everything we were. I still remember the day Mom brought him home. That tall, pale American with his fake smile and his loud voice.…

Why American Imperialism Still Fucks the Philippines Isolation acts as an amplifier. Without the buffer of friends or local connections, your internal monologue takes center stage. You might find yourself thinking, “I should have achieved more by now,” or “Why do I feel so lost?” These are not new thoughts. They are echoes. They are…