A Poem on Abortion

Abortion

(by Jacqui + Tiff)

A portion of life, which hasn’t even grown

You're telling her she needs to make sure it’s born?

Who’s the father? She doesn’t even know,

She was raped you see—

And that, was not her fault.

Why should she, a girl who can’t provide,

Provide for another life, they’re not going to survive!

Is it really murder,

If the baby is not a baby?

Alien.

Definition: Foreign- “unfamiliar, disturbing, distasteful.”

Is it really murder,

When it saves the woman who goes through unwanted pain for an unwanted birth

Choice.

We talk and talk and talk about freedom.

Freedom of speech, freedom of opinion, freedom of -

Oh wait- even now, in the 21st century,

We are lacking fundamental rights

We are lacking support for women

But we are not lacking ignorance.

We’re not asking for much, just to have control over

Our own bodies,

Our own lives,

Our own stories,

not to have YOU make the choice for us.

It’s stupid really,

That the only thing keeping women from their wombs,

Old ways, the past.

It’s a new generation, a time of change,

IF abortion is cautioned,

A long road of financial issues begin,

Depression descends,

An unclean slate to start again

Who suffers?

Not the politicians,

Not the anti-feminists,

The women.

They have to suffer from choices they do not make,

Lives they wished were erased.

Give women freedom,

Give women a choice,

Give women the option of abortion.

"Clock of Regret"

release #3

When you lose something dear,

you don't feel it at first;

the harsh reality,

pain,

agony.

There's almost always regret.

Regret that

there was little time to spend together-

and yet,

we could not control it,

the clock was always out of reach,

ticking, ticking,

for no one but itself.

"things that make me cry"

a poem for the purpose of emotional release #2

things that make me cry

Burn (the OG version) from the musical Hamilton makes me cry

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story from the musical Hamilton makes me cry

The last twenty minutes of Scarlet Heart Ryeo makes me cry

Aelin Galathynius being tortured in KoA makes me cry

Unjustly marked papers make me cry

Biased teachers make me cry

preludes and fugues make me cry

misunderstandings make me cry

waiting for season three makes me cry

pollen makes me cry

breakup scenes in romantic movies make me cry

death makes me cry

"a longing."

a poem for the purpose of emotional release #1

a 

longing.

yet the path to where—

unclear

searching, searching—

for what?

I forget.

remind me

When the camellias sing

songs of fate

ghosts, 

whisper and laugh

But it's not forever, it's now.

24 hours in 1 day. 1440 minutes in 24 hours. 86400 seconds in 1440 minutes.
Time seems to be in abundance, just like the flowers popping up and pollen spreading around currently at the blossoming of springtime. But why are we always not having enough of it? Probably because of procrastination and the watching of Netflix.

I thought about the past month, especially the time during school, and noticed recently a lot more stress that was leading to myself looking at everything in a negative view; as a burden or hard work, and I ended up watching a lot of videos and checking ig and all those social outlets. Then I look back to a year ago, where I never was a big procrastinator.

Therefore, I challenge myself to a goal for this October. (I know, I know, I never set goals) So, I thought, if I set a small task to complete every week, write a small paragraph, poem, anything about my thoughts and/or feelings on the week on this (probably) private blog, it gives me a chance for release, an outlet like a diary. It probably won't be very detailed, I think something like a short poem of a couple of words, just a brief description would be fine. Word vomits or 'stream of consciousness' will probably be used more often because I just want to write what's there in my mind instead of directing where each word should go. so... yah.

I know this goal will probably fail after a short two weeks or less (´⊙ω⊙`)！, but, like the title of this post, "But it's not forever, it's now." That quote was from Turtles All The Way Down by John Green which I read a couple of days ago. It was pretty lit! So, I guess this will be my motto for this week, because if I think now, I believe I can go on for more nows.

o-kay, so maybe I should start (i don't actually really know what i'm writing about ;)

*      *      *

detox

free, strange, new

I was I was I am.

lessons from whispering trees,

instructions from the shells of keys 

begin,

then begin.

Stream Of Consciousness

hi I feel like just doing a word vomit today after not being active for a very very long time, to say hi again!.

So lately I've been thinking about.. not exactly the meaning of life, but how the weekend went by so quickly and that if days go by like this so quickly, won't our days end very soon? I guess this is why people are always like, "Oh, live in the moment," or make the most of it or whatever. I think when i was younger, the day was so long but now its making me feel like, wow i only have a couple of years left of homework and then I'll have to go fend for myself in the big world.
I have to play piano everyday but I start to feel restless after sitting there for only a short while and sometimes I feel like I'm improving, but not? that probably doesn't make sense... but anyway, I can play the pieces and they sound right, but are they really? Piano teacher says it pretty much sucks i think. Everyone changes and i guess life just keeps going on and on and on, you probably shouldn't stay behind in the past while everything moves forward, just saying.

Now, how to make the most of our short life?

(send help in the comments if you feel like giving ideas :)

Current Obsession: Fresh off the Boat

Hulloo! Concert week is almost over! Yippee!! I mean yeah, it sure is fun, but I've had to lug my school bag + cello to my super far away classroom almost everyday. (and I always encounter steep hills -_-)
So on the holidays, I was lucky enough to be on a plane with in flight entertainment, so I stumbled upon this American comedy tv show called Fresh off the Boat. It's about these Taiwanese FOBs (people who immigrate to a foreign country and the sorts.) who move from DC to Orlando, and live in a house consisting of: 2nd generation parents; Jessica and Louis Huang, their three ABC boys, Eddie, Emery & Evan and their grandma, who only speaks to them in chinese. It's super super funny and oh my god so relatable!