photo credit here, edited.
by ang jing han
I wonder; when everything became so difficult
When a tomato became neither a fruit nor a vegetable
(does it matter, really, as long as I can eat it?)
Or when people began telling me
to wear more skirts
outside of my school pinafore.
I wonder; when it first began to hurt
When my mind became my maze instead of my sanctuary
(both are my mind, both are mine, both are in my mind, but which is which?)
Or when I cut my hair out of sheer frustration
of long hair being seen as girly
something I was deemed not.
I wonder; when complexity first began
When complex questions became the norm
(you can read the best ones in the exam papers, the only ones we care about)
Or when complexion became an issue
and was recited, like a mantra
whenever a long-lost someone met me.
I wonder; when we thought too much
When we cared too much
When we wanted too much
When we were too much
Who were to blame, then, other than ourselves?