Apocalypse Bamboo

Apocalypse Bamboo

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 13^th March 2012, Tuesday, 9:15 p.m.-9:35 p.m. (Plus Some Extra Time in the Morning), In My Middle Room, University Heights

Rustling wind,

Shatters my grin;

Bamboo green,

A touch on my lips,

A cut from within,

To what I’ve seen;

I’m suffering,

My soul sings,

My alarm rings,

My tongue tastes mint;

Voices hustling,

Wind keeps on rushing,

Time keeps on pushing,

I’m hurting;

Is anyone listening?

How strong is your hearing?

I’m born with this,

It could be bliss;

If you see me not amiss,

You spot me when feasting,

Who are you to do that talking?

God loves me for me;

He gave me a bamboo to live,

Clean your saliva and leave,

I’ve had enough of it,

Be what you want to be;

Go and create your story,

While I’ve my history,

Too bad you’re not in it,

You just want beauty;

That I can’t give,

You see me as calamity,

You judged me so deep,

Yes, I’m a cleft-lipped;

And I don’t mind about it,

To you it’s an apocalypse bamboo,

To me it’s like a dream come true,

That I’ve found you;

Whom your eyes and mind don’t appreciate value,

And I shall bring my treble clef to where I don’t see you.