Teat of Information Technology

I was babysat by advertisements and cartoons, in a land directed by hooded captains of software copyright blanketed by a ratio of household laptops to PCs ranked 2:1. I wade in and between Philippines and US shaking off the unlikeliness of a democratic messenger crouching in a machine unaware of the tired kin hand-layering keyboard innards Akong dugu (my blood) condenses in a calcite archipelago a fledging democracy spotted with human fields typing on hand-me-down computers leaking, hissing the American English of Sir Gates where multinationals relish in my urban sisters’ full reification, and flaunt their looted, eloquent 5 ft 2 inch- I. T. cash crops. where continental cartels’ puerile greed regulate intellectual property pirates: incarnators of educational equality Two barangays (villages) north an internet café (a portal of otherness) is the air-conditioned refuge from urban Cebu’s stormwater cataracts Wide eyes and fidgety digits fill a computer screen with their own brain-babies, and sexual plays Upland from urbania, to rural Cebu’s Oslob She guides a maid’s elbow and wrist to alters the space and letter with a mouse This is mine. An eggshell democracy oozing out industrialists betting on illiteracy birthing poets slash IT cashcrops and bearing Friendster addicts cum activist bloggers.