I am a martial law baby

I's born a few days after Martial law was declared. Not that I'm too proud to admit, but that part of history at least reminds me I'm getting older and growing wrinkled skin and flowery hair in displeasing areas (I'm Libra).

Not celebratory more a look at the unforgettable stories of the past, that's how I see this September. As a college student, I used to join rallies that condemn this (21st Sept) day, but now I'd like to look at it as a kaleidoscope of what we did and missed. Freedom lost, progress stalled, all the same dogs collared to the past, orchestrating to rake in the loots that's as always inviting--you can choose the combo you like.

I'm the Martian born September.