LAI
Poetry |
Lai - is my name
A face of plainness, of sadness, of thoughtfulness,
Is what I possess
To judge me by my face?
You cannot -
It wears hundreds of expressions each day
To define me by my voice?
You will fail -
It exists with no ownership
But
If you must know,
That voice of mine failed to communicate with maturity
I can care less - They'll work things out
Lazy, sad, immature, irresponsible, introverted
And a big disappointment -
Were the charges my parents
Dropped on me
I pleaded not guilty
Claiming -
I'm smart, insightful, determined, motivated, creative, introspective,
witty, poetic, and funny
Even though being complicated, sad, insane, weird, too thoughtful,
and pessimistic sometimes
Did not help
Now, teachers
They know a thing or two
They talk, they lecture, they teach
And criticize - they do not
"You're a good student"
- they say
Maturity is experience, is essence, is self-constructed
I consider,
I try to improve upon what I believe is necessary
Maturity is good-looking, yet
It's so snobby that it became unpopular - really
A good book beats a cup of coffee
In the morning?
I'd say
Prophetic visions gleams upon me like the sun
From textbook to the theatre - I foreseen
With such a psychology joins the goals
Then like a bolt of thunder
Strikes reality - upon me
Pieces and pieces of my dreams
I tried - to gather
Hard as I would - I could not
Impossibilities, the future, and adventure
All destroyed and shattered
I dream but with no hope
Reality killed it - reality is fearsome
But faith!
Faith restores hope -
Faith defends hope -
Faith battles reality - until reality begs for mercy
Til then,
I am but a teenage girl of seventeen
I am the indefinite form of my past
I am more than a daughter, a friend, and a student. |
