Performed at Artistry Cafè for the Spoke and Bird Open Mic, organized by Stephanie Dogfoot. Performance found here.
I used to think that I would want to be a butterfly.
Because I wanted to be beautiful.
I watched as a pair of wings fluttered to the ground, the body twitched and it moved no more.
A caterpillar I had in Primary School was released into the garden,
And it was eaten by a Mynah
That was eaten by Auntie Umi’s cat
Which was killed by a man named Set
Who hadn’t been paying attention to the road.
Continue reading “Papillon”
Happy Birthday, Friend.
“You’re still here”.
Continue reading “Yesterday’s Sunny Sky”
It’s getting colder and colder and now it’s hard to breathe. My words are just my breath and writing is just bleeding.
Let me take a rest.
I’m going on haitus for an indefinite amount of time, sorry guys. But don’t worry, I’d be back!
There’s Something That You Should Know
Before we begin I’d like to tell you all that I am transgender. I knew I was male ever since I was fifteen and I know that seems a little young, a little bit too soon to know for sure that this isn’t a phase but I could also say that about everyone in this room, so. You’re never too young to know what you prefer to be called.
Continue reading “Before We Begin”