POETRY

MYOMA

To the grey gem that sits in my womb,
I think we need to have a little talk.
I never noticed when you planned your first invasion,
apparently I took my irregular bleed far too casually,
I neglected the notion.


To the passive pearl that sits in my womb,
I don't think this is a fair fight to begin with.
While you have learned to make yourself an inheritance,
soaking the skill to silently evolve through generations.
With an experienced opponent,
what advantage does a 14 years old have?
But to be oblivious of her own anatomy.


To the bitter beast that sits in my womb,
I think you have been confused and sidetracked.
Fallopian tubes are not secret hallways you should sneak into,
it is not a tunnel for you to take shelter,
while wombs,
wombs are not your throne to claim,
you are not the Columbus of this mystery,
and it's not your home to remain.
It is motherly, but you are no child.

You, you are an old vengeance.
An old vengeance does not perish,
they are far too patient to initiate yet too strong to vanished.

 

To the grey gem that sits in my womb,
it is not merely your presence that I find difficult to cope with,
it's the possibilities that came and multiple with you.
The childless prospect from a 1.2inch trouble;
I live for challenges,
but some of them are rooted beyond deep in you,
they earned the title of 'fear'.


And you, little grey gem,
You have earned yourself that title,
a seed of fear in the womb of a fighter

MYOMA
MERANGKUM

Pernahkah kamu bertanya pada pagi
yang kadang enggan untuk memulai
dan menunggu siang mengganti,
Jika bisa,
inginkah ia berhenti?

Pernahkah kamu
berharap pada senja
Adakah ia sudi?
Untuk tenggelam sedikit lebih cepat
Dan mengambil peran pagi?

Sehingga malam terbit lebih dini,
dan kita merangkum hari

lebih singkat lagi.

MERANGKUM
MERANGKUM

Pernahkah kamu bertanya pada pagi
yang kadang enggan untuk memulai
dan menunggu siang mengganti,
Jika bisa,
inginkah ia berhenti?

Pernahkah kamu
berharap pada senja
Adakah ia sudi?
Untuk tenggelam sedikit lebih cepat
Dan mengambil peran pagi?

Sehingga malam terbit lebih dini,
dan kita merangkum hari

lebih singkat lagi.

MERANGKUM
BREED
BREED

The woman I breed
has never crave for an easy glimpse
of earthly exaltation.
She has never crave
for rebellious desire of violation.

 

The woman I breed
has never care for the roaring silence
that has accompanied her.
Her singularity has earned her acceptance.

The woman I breed
has never cease to stretch to a greater extent.
Asiding her exhaustion,
pushing her own boundries, she bent.

 

The woman I breed
has been longing for a modest purpose
to aspire - to inspire,
to take purest affection as her host.

The woman I breed,
has been bred by her own choices,
by her unquestionable devotion
to breed her own little woman.

The woman I breed,
my mother.

ACCUSATION

I have built cages by bending the words you used to provoke me.
Converting offensive sentences
to threads for my armor shield.
Letting rhetoric questions
and syllables turn to steels.

I've learnt to embrace your outspoken protests
about the neurotic ambition that runs in my clan,
my ungraceful gesture
and my born natural tan.

The many times you have called me uptight
I absorb,
I tuck them under my straight skeleton.
You see, you failed to understand
That my skeleton is my sword, and sword does not bend.

Now,
you ought to learn that when you accuse
your unforgivable words have bear its children
though, I, yes I,
the subject of your accusation
Chose to raise these children,
nurture them and raise them
To grow!
To create more space in the length of my arm
To cradle them in forgiveness and not fear
So that they will live as wisdom,
as part of empowering experience
instead to died as accusations.
 

ACCUSATION
GIRL FROM THE NORTH
GIRL
FROM
THE
NORTH

Dear Girl from The North,

I'm sorry for my tan skin

that makes it easier for them to differentiate us

Making it easier for them to hunt you and break you.

 

I'm sorry for my big wide eyes,

which makes yours look unfairly small

Making it easier for them to trace your ancestry,

putting blames on your cultural legacy.

 

I'm sorry for looking a lot more like the people

who claim to have liberated this country,

those who claimed they fought for unity

but in practice they secretly dismissed diversity

 

I'm sorry that here, ancestry is a privilege

I'm sorry that wombs give birth to different breeds.

And I'm sorry

for the fact that they pardon my thighs,

but they forcefully broke yours.

I'm sorry for all the native genes in me,

I'm sorry for being a majority