Introduction

This one’s for my favorite Filipina — a little ode to laughs, love, and high-high vibes. Pop-culture winks included; if you understand them, you get bonus points. 😉

High-High
Poetry by Rowan Evans

You’re my favorite Filipina,
Attitude stronger than Mary Jane.
Girl, you get me high-high,
rising on your laugh, floating in your flame—
I feel the buzz just saying your name.

Who needs drugs when you’re my bliss?
I could overdose from a single kiss.
Girl, you get me high-high,
like Red Bull, you give me wings—
so watch me fly.

I was sober til the day I met you,
now I’m addicted, it’s true.
Roll up your smile, spark the flame,
girl, you get me high-high,
Every time you say my name.

Yeah, you get me high-high,
like it’s Puffy, Ami Yumi.
I mean, you make me want to Park—
myself right next to you,
like my name is Sandara.

Trust—I’ll never let you feel alone.
Mahal Kita. Mahal Ko.
I’ll take your laugh,
inject it straight into my veins—
let it feed directly into my brain.

Girl, you get me high-high,
and you’re my favorite Filipina.
You’re my favorite munchie to turn to—
girl, you’re the drug and the snack.

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