To My Acne

– For the constellations and craters that call my face “Home”.

you litter my face like stardust
in conversations with the mirror
there you are, shining bright red
like you are signalling to the world
“come land here!”
but really, you’ve accomplished the opposite.

we have been through a lot together,
like that time you showed up on my nose
on the day of our class photo
you were always there for me

in spite of the Hiruscar and Proactiv
in spite of the face scrubs
and Shiseido sheet masks
you were just always there, you stubborn trooper.

when you and menstruation came to dance
it was always so mesmerising
every sensual rake my nails brought across you
menstruation reminded us that
you will always be a part of me

nevermind the itching
nevermind the redness
nevermind the constant reminders from my mother to slather more chemicals on my face
you are the companion no one asked for
you are reason for every “You’d be so pretty if”
you are why every morning is a constant battle to feel beautiful

but jokes on you, acne,
because i am beautiful.
my reflection is not the enemy
and neither are you.

the enemy is within me-
and i have emerged victorious.

Papillon

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.

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