Someone asked,
“if women don’t belong in the kitchen
where would she be?”
She’d be flying a jet plane
she’d be operating a surgery
she’d be wrestling her opponent
she’d be swimming across the ocean
she can be anything
not just in the kitchen.
t.l.
Someone asked,
“if women don’t belong in the kitchen
where would she be?”
She’d be flying a jet plane
she’d be operating a surgery
she’d be wrestling her opponent
she’d be swimming across the ocean
she can be anything
not just in the kitchen.
t.l.
Loving someone isn’t what you show to the world
It’s what you do in the darkest of nights
It’s when you’re both so tired of fighting
But the phone keeps on ringing.
Loving someone isn’t easy
Like poetry or Hollywood stories
Loving is hard
But isn’t that the best part?
t.l.
be present with what you do
be aware of what is surrounding you
be here, take deep breaths, and remember
that’s living too.
t.l.
(Please take your time to enjoy whatever that you do. And remember that doing nothing is also doing something too)
The more I write
the more I realized
how little I know about life.
t.l.
(18 year old me thought I was so complex and wise)
I love that our heartbeats
aren’t the same
so together, they made
a nice duet.
t.l.
(Complicated lovers)
Women’s Day
one in a three six five
so my mum can dress up nicely
and go out to fancy lunch
so people can say things like,
“treat her well” …
she kept the family together
like a paperweight
with only skin and bone
she swears to carry the pain to her grave
I wonder if a man got praised
and rewarded once a year
will there be a Masculinity Wave?
Women have been fighting for this 100 years
they told us,
that we cannot be fierce
that we cannot be strong
that we belong in the kitchen
didn’t we prove them wrong?
we are made of thunders, of lightnings and ocean tides
we are daring, fearless, and kind
we know we are stronger, together
maybe one day, we can have all three six five days
to call our own.
t.l.
I remember those quizzes
in the school magazine
Are you a dog or a cat person?
Do you like sunset or sunrise?
Who is your friend and who is your enemy?
I love all the hypotheses, all the possibilities
I live in their imaginative world, and choose
not to face my own realities
I used to love the beauty and melancholy aspects
of sunsets, and the idea of solitude as a way
of true happiness, if I tell myself
“you’re sad but that’s so poetic”
then maybe they will find that, aesthetic.
Like ice-cream,
a smile would be a luxury
I only treated myself on Sundays.
it was how I dealt with pain
I kept them around to keep myself sane
I’d rather build walls and swim away from shore
than letting anyone in when it rains
now my door is unlocked, my window is wide open
I see the stars, the dancing trees, and the burning Sun
a hermit crab left the ocean to set life on land
they grow and find bigger houses to call home
Now I smile and pat myself on the shoulder
hug my inner child as she grew stronger
Pain is inevitable
but it’s not all that I am.
t.l.
Since when did I learn how to be afraid
Was it the time I fell down my bike when I was 7
Was it when my mum told me I was “chubby”
Was it when I know that I was hated
by the whole class in fifth grade?
I used to be fearless, I used to not care too much
but I was told to be quiet
I was told to look around, to read the room
if people are smiling, I should smile back
if I love my family, I should not go out to play
I should stay and ask if everyone is okay
So I learned how to care properly
I counted my steps and polished my shoes
I read the whole room before I entered it
I can be nice. I can be sensitive, too.
In the end, I care too much
I care if someone will see me fall
I care if I didn’t call back and say sorry
I care if those strangers will laugh at me
I care (fear) if someone else is unhappy
Forgetting that I was.
t.l.
I almost forgot who I was yesterday
What did I wear, did I say
something I don’t mean to
was I myself more the day before
than I am today?
What defines us as human
when will we experience the concept of happiness
is it our mission, to run towards the burning Sun
to love, and hate, and fight, and do it all over again.
What will happen when we leave this Earth?
will we go to another timeline
or get stuck in this one forever
Are we in control of our own lives
or are we living in someone’s stimulation?
All the questions without answers
like how the trees are green
and how human like to preen on their own feathers
and how I choose to live without pleasing others.
t.l.
I remembered when I was much younger
I used to run away and hide
when people gathered for a group photo
I remember my mum putting lipstick on me
fixed my hair and told me to smile
I remembered feeling so awkward, standing
next to those other kids with shiny hair,
bright-coloured clothes and of course
a big grin on their face
My family used to think
I’m incapable of smiling naturally
for the camera
my sister said 2 out of 3 pictures
I would be closing my eyes
so she took more and more
maybe I am socially awkward
maybe I can only smile when I saw a puppy
on the street or when I looked up to the sky
and realized how blue it is
yes, I will be smiling
more to my loved ones
more to myself
more to those who are kind to me
and less for the flashlight
of a camera.
t.l.