and though the world may never see your plight,
the weight you lift, the tears you hide from sight,
i see it all, and i will hold you tight,
for you deserve a life that’s warm and bright.
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@pens-in-a-flurry
and though the world may never see your plight,
the weight you lift, the tears you hide from sight,
i see it all, and i will hold you tight,
for you deserve a life that’s warm and bright.
Silent Jaguars
God is a woman.
Man is a fool.
Like a rose is a flower,
And a switchblade a tool.
And so this night I dwell
On mirrors and gods
And lay myself to rest
Among silent jaguars.
- Almost Scott, 2025
After ~the trauma of womanhood~, I've become more "graceful"
I think it's the mystery around someone who is less of an open book because she has her walls up. It's almost like the reason behind the stereotype of femininity and grace is: deep psychological unsafeness.
Do any other ladies feel this way?
Building sandcastles is such a great allegory for the human condition
Alfian: I agree completely. About coming to terms with our colonial legacy. Unless we are attentive to the scars that colonialism has left behind, we really run the risk of becoming an imperial entity ourselves. And I already see this happening. In terms of say, extraction of sand from other countries. In terms of how we are degrading their coastlines, disrupting fishing grounds and polluting waters. I think that, for me, is a very clear example of this imperial form of extraction and exploitation. Just to benefit our own construction industries, to expand our own coastlines, we are destroying these particular coastal ecosystems in other countries. I think this is already happening right now in Cambodia. Previously it was happening in Malaysia and Indonesia, until they instituted sand export bans, in 1997 and 2007 respectively. Which just shows you how serious the problem is. And I think in Singapore, because we're one of the richest countries in Southeast Asia, and because we're such a centre for capital, and capital accumulation, I really worry that because of this disparity between us and our neighbours, we start doing certain things which are very colonial. And more than doing, we start to think in very colonial ways. And I think this is one of the greatest dangers, which is that being the product of so-called 'colonial enlightenment, we then believe in certain colonial ideas such as racial hierarchies of difference. Hai Bin: And we take it to be the norm. Alfian: So we think that oh, our Southeast Asian neighbours around us, they're not doing so well economically, because biologically, brown people are not hardworking, blah, blah, blah. Or there's environmental determinism at work, which is if you're born in the tropics, you haven't suffered hardship like cold winters in temperate climes. So you're not hardy, you're complacent, you're soft. I mean, Lee Kuan Yew thinks like this. A lot of his racial ideas are actually very, very colonial. But then mapped onto an Anglo-Chinese superiority. A neo-colonial figure. Sometimes we feel that it's very distant, but actually it still haunts us, it's very present. The spectres of colonialism are still with us. And the migrant worker issue for me is a classic example of how we treat labour. Because there are echoes, and I think we can trace this to the British use of convict labour from India to come and build basically the entire downtown area. North and South Bridge Road, St Andrew's Cathedral, Commercial Square?-all convict labour. This was labour that you could really exploit, almost practically slave labour. But the excuse is that, these people have a debt to pay to the state because of their criminality. You put it in that framework and you extract as much forced or slave labour as possible. It's similar with migrant workers when you put them in a framework of, "Oh, they are better off here than in their own countries where they wouldn't have found work anyway." And therefore this justifies us either giving them the minimum welfare treatment, or underpaying them, or giving them substandard housing and food. So I think the minute you frame it in certain ways… so for the British they framed convict labour as, "Oh these are prisoners, so there are certain rights they don't deserve." And for migrant workers we frame it as, "Oh these migrants have come to a better place and they can't have everything so there are certain rights that we must deny them." But this delusion that we are doing migrant workers a favour by 'rescuing' them from unemployment, and that they should be grateful and not ask for anything else, it's a colonial way of thinking. It's how so much exploitation and theft occurred under the self-deception that colonisers were bringing the light of civilisation to benighted natives.
---"We Refuse to Recognise the Trauma". A Conversation Between Alfian Sa'at and Neo Hai Bin, from Raffles Renounced: Towards a Merdeka History, edited by Alfian Sa'at, Faris Jorami and Sai Siew Min
feeling super crap today
No idea why, I slept 8 hours last night. Maybe I went to bed too late (4am), but I also haven't felt peace like I did in the middle of the night in so long...
“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: Someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.”
— Tom Bodett
Dear lobotomised tree,
You look so gnarly: twisted arms hacked at elbows fingertips splayed like five white digits upon blood-red sky
Do you hurt from trimming shaping starving coaxing to flower in our design?
Or do you welcome the pruning; raised straight
you take pride
in tiling with buildings, streetlights, pavements, view...
But do you shed quiet tears too yearn to stretch roots sprout leaves pierce unsanctioned sky? -- from Gardened City, by @pens-in-a-flurry © 2025
where do you come from, where do we go
Forged in the crucible of competition, Scarcity taut in every fibre of being; I, with fire in my bones, Transmutation over decades to ember and ash,
Meet you: Lifelong feeler/breather/intuiter/ Living thing
Of water.
How did we get here?
What ideas dreamt by poets and philosophers of yore have led us here?
We submerge and drown in each other, in spite of it all.
Hi dear followers,
Here's a little about myself: I am a girl in her mid-twenties, navigating this weird thing called life, 10000 miles from home.
So far, I'd like to think I've done pretty well for myself - except for the fact that I've been depressed for the past few years.
But who isn't, right? With the world the way it is right now.
Anyway, I'm trying to carve out a piece of the internet (and my life) in which I can be a bit real, a bit experimental, and let the walls drop for a second.
I appreciate you reading my amateur poetry, and I hope you find a bit of recognition - even a bit of solace - in it.
Thank you for being here.
girls
boys inherit the continuity of time linear direction his birthright a man's life flows from a boy’s dreams creation by his own pen girls do not get the privilege eve of unspoken demotion sleeping unsuspecting her once sun-soaked world retreats fast from bedside breaths tapping out sinister countdown final beats of girl to woman like her blanket innocence lifts she wakes to air turned sharp world conspiring in whispers against her, on her itself stripped barren cold ugly but one spring inevitably, one, five or ten years hence from ashes of girl’s undoing woman rises which is to say now she knows: to be a woman is to have died to keep dying to walk anyway