Assalamuallaikum


Hi there,
How’s your life? Wish you okay.

Well, I am in rush bloody stress hours. Not look like an angel. I always have not alot of sexiest dreams. Dreaming that I can sail around the world with someone loves me much muaaacchhh. Making stories with you only. Then, being a wife and a mother of your children. Going to make a lil’ family. In short, I am a cool dreamer. *oops* Lately, my days changed. Totally not wrong if people thinks that I am a lebay gal. Yap, no offense about it. I admit. So, please let me tell something called confession. Let me introduce my (really) myself. *weak bow* What is it? First, I am an ordinary girl. Just really ordinary! I can smile with nothing. No causing. Crying when you tell about what life love is. Yess, I can cry suddenly when see romantic movie. Or becoming shy when somebody saying “Hey, . How beautiful you are!“. *really?* Second, I am lil’ shy in telling what I want. I prefer write what I feel than show it. But, truthly I am not a shy girl. Just can’t say when I meet somebody that steal my deepest life! My lips’s totally freezed! Stuck. *hate* They say, “speechless niyeee“. Third, last but least, I am totally sensitive about who people that love my love! *headache* Well, make it simple. I am a very very very jealousy girl! Urgh, parahnya saya. I can kill any people named ‘woman’ in da world who wants to steal my love it’s you from me. I can be a murderer if you need. Easy, it’s just my dream. Still kinds of my bad side. Deal? I am totally woman! Even people always said “Talking with u just like talking with a guy. She has a quite thinking like a man. Thinking or responsing problem logically“. Well, thanks for it. But, again I am still a girl! *hit* Need understanding more than you do, man! Oh, man. I am just telling what really you supposed to know. *please!* I wake up this morning with no smile. Why? Simple answer, I’m sad. Can’t feel what must I feel. Can’t touch what most I want. And, simple again. I just cry! Remember that you’re not allowed tobe in my dream! *sigh* I do not hate it much. Bloody hits me! I scream loudly in my heart. Why? What happen in me actually? *sigh* Oh, that’s me! What a strange girl, huh?

Selasa, 21 Agustus 2012

When You Look At Me ,

WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME
ALL YOU CAN SEE
IS THE SCARF THAT COVERS MY HAIR.
MY WORDS YOU CAN'T HEAR
BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO FULL OF FEAR,
MOUTH GAPING, ALL YOU DO IS STARE.
YOU THINK IT'S NOT MY OWN CHOICE,
IN YOUR OWN "LIBERATION" YOU REJOICE.
YOU'RE SO THANKFUL THAT YOU'RE NOT ME.
YOU THINK I'M UNEDUCATED,
TRAPPED, OPPRESSED AND SUBJUGATED.
YOU'RE SO THANKFUL THAT YOU ARE FREE.
BUT WESTERN WOMAN YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG-
YOU'RE THE WEAK AND I'M THE STRONG,
FOR I'VE REJECTED THE TRAP OF MAN.
FANCY CLOTHES-LOW NECK, SHORT SKIRT,
THESE ARE DEVICES FOR PAIN AND HURT,
v I'M NOT FALLING FOR THAT LITTLE PLAN.
ALWAYS JUMPING TO THE MALE AGENDA,
COMPETING ON HIS TERMS.
NO JOB SHARE, NO CRECHE FACILITIES,
NO FEEDING AND NAPPY CHANGING AMENITIES.
NO TIME OFF FOR MENSTRUAL PAIN-
"HORMONES" THEY LAUGH "WHAT A SHAME."
NO EQUAL PAY FOR EQUAL SKILL-
YOUR JOB THEY CAN ALWAYS FILL.
NO PROMOTION UNLESS YOU'RE STERILISED.
NO PROMOTION UNLESS YOU'RE SEXUALLY TERRORISED.
AND IS THIS LIBERATION?
I'M A PERSON WITH IDEAS AND THOUGHT,
I'M NOT FOR SALE, I CAN'T BE BOUGHT.
I WON'T DECORATE ANYONE'S ARM,
NOR BE PROMOTED FOR MY CHARM.
THER'S MORE TO ME THAN PLAYING COY.
LIVING LIFE AS A BALANCING GAME-MOTHER,
DAUGHTER,WIFE,NURSE,CLEANER,COOK,LOVER-
AND STILL BRING HOME A WAGE.
WHO THOUGHT UP THIS MODERN "FREEDOM"
WHERE MAN CAN LOVE 'EM AND MAN CAN LEAVE 'EM
THIS IS NOT FREE BUT LIFE IN A CAGE.
WESTERN WOMAN YOU CAN HAVE YOUR LIFE
MINE-IT HAS LESS STRIFE.
I COVER AND I GET RESPECTED
SURELY THAT'S TO BE EXPECTED-
FOR I WON'T DEMEAN THE FEMININE
I WON'T LIVE TO A MALE CRITERION.
I DANCE TO MY OWN TUNE,
AND I HOPE YOU SEE THIS VERY SOON,
FOR YOUR OWN SAKE-WAKE UP AND USE YOUR SIGHT!
ARE YOU SO SURE THAT YOU ARE RIGHT?
.....................................................................................
By Ida Nufary

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