My Relations

My Relations: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 28^th June 2011, Tuesday, 10:30 p.m.-11:30 p.m.

Summertime passed by,

I bid my family goodbye;

To say I’m not depressed it’s a lie,

However I’m not that stupid to make myself die.

I’m going to a place,

Farther than I imagined;

Don’t want people to see my face,

It’s because of them my life has ruined.

If I say many I only meant a couple,

Both whom I loved and both whom made me stumble;

First one couldn’t decide between me and her,

Second one, oh, just made me suffer.

If I say relations I meant relationships,

Relations as in related to a person or more

(And I just can’t take it anymore);

I learnt that humans give me hardships,

Not only to the heart but also eyesore.

You’ll not see me love committing,

With all of my pasts so hurting;

In fact I’m the one, who ended everything,

As I don’t see benefit in anything.

It’s not that I don’t have the curve,

As a woman I’m born superb;

There’s a third one that came to me,

Too bad he just wanted my body.

Since I meet no true love,

I’ve made my ultimate decision;

No use having such curve,

I honestly feel no affection.

I’m walking away from reality,

If I say family I only meant me;

I carry a surname but I don’t know where I originate,

I’m still unsure although someone told me I was thrown away.

All my life I lived in an estate,

With men working from date to date;

They’re kind to me that I don’t hate,

But when they want my virginity I ran pass the gate.

Keeping my virginity alive is my pride,

Everything comes with a price;

If anybody wants to touch me I’d hide,

Till they walk away I’m not surprised.

It’s easy for men to look for a prey,

Too bad I’m not the same;

I won’t buy whatever they say,

It’s my mind they’d want to blame.

I’m leaving everything and people around me,

Not many like I said and nothing to be pleased;

I’m reaching this place – is it a chapel or a temple?

I entered by saying grace with my heart so humble.

My long hair falls bit by bit to the floor,

Soon my head turned bald;

That’s certainly not about all,

I spend most of my time in the hall.

This place gives me peace,

A chance for my inner self to release;

Being here I don’t recall a single thing,

When I’m alone I love to sing.

I lost contact with the outside world,

Everything is religious and natural;

Let them forget me as they tour,

My face, my body, and my habitual.

A nun is what God wants me to be,

Since the first day I was born ever so lonely;

I’ll live right here as long as life wants me,

Even if I die one day I’d still be free.

Every day I quietly meditate,

No one I'd imitate;

The nature in me just takes place,

As if it’s already written on my face.

I pray to God from day to day,

Hoping my relations will be gay;

I owe them nothing so nothing I ought to pay,

Life is better living off this way.