I’m a trash can,
When I was a kid, my childhood friends threw their naughtiness at me.
When I was a teenager, my boyfriend threw his lust at me.
When I was about to grow up, my parents threw their anger at me.
When I become an adult, the world throws its emotion at me.
But I don’t mind being a trash can.
As long as God throws His blessing at me.



(dedicated for my best friend. hope u happy with ur new family. don't forget me, because i'll remember u always. thanks for standing for me when this world became my enemy. thanks u were always there, thanks for supporting me, and thanks because u made my days colorful. don't forget that God always be with u n take care of u)

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Why I have to do this?
I want to do that!

Why it has to be this way?
Why it hasn’t to be that way?

Why I take this why?
Why I don’t take that why?

Why is it like this?
Why it isn’t like that?

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I used to be a caterpillar.
Caterpillar that’s always ruins leaves.
Caterpillar that makes a plant becomes leafless.
I don’t mean to ruin the plant,
I’m just taking what God gives as my food.
Am I wrong?
How am I supposed to live if I don’t eat?

But now I become a pupa.
A pupa that can’t does anything.
A pupa that still alive though can’t move.
Sometimes when I remember my old life,
I want to be caterpillar that can move anywhere easily.
But when I take a look at butterflies,
I want to be like them too.
I want to have a beautiful wings and color like them.
I feel that I don’t want to be caterpillar anymore.
I want to be a beautiful butterfly.
I can fly anywhere with my beautiful wings.
I’ll make other bugs envy my beauty.

Now, I just need to wait.
I’ll try to be a good pupa that’s always waits for the day I’ll become a butterfly.
Yeah, I have to wait.
I’m sure I’ll become a beautiful butterfly someday.
Someday I'll spread my wings and fly high into the sky.

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I’m a girl with a flat nose.
I’m a girl with yellow skin.
I’m a girl with short body.
I’m a girl with black hair.
I’m a girl with brown eyes.


Is there a boy,
With pointed nose,
With white skin,
With tall body,
With  blond hair,
With blue eyes,
Want to be my boyfriend?


(Inspired by : Post-colonialism)

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this is what you call love:
u'll wait patiently for the one you love.
u'll make sure that he always be alright, though u can't see him/ her.
u'll always feel happy when s/he's happy.
u'll let him go if s/he wants to reach his/ her dream.
u'll make sure that s/he gets your support.
u'll always pray for his/ her happiness.
u'll say that u care about him/ her.
u'll always stay by his/ her side.
u'll stand for him/ her though the world against you.


u'll do all these things though s/ he doesn't love u.
that's what u call love. it's not always happy. sometimes u'll cry for it. u'll desperate for it. but, don't stop to love. it's not a suggestion. it's an order.

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