To Papa
I see you standing from afar - A strong sturdy tree with its shade spread wide. My eyes light up, happiness barely contained, as my steps quicken towards you As I grew up, our conversations faltered, surrounded by silence instead. Yet comfort remained between us - the occasional lunch together, your familiar green truck across the street still brings me joy You were my Grab before it existed, ferrying me upon request, sheltering me from rain and sun. And even long after my children arrive You...
To Papa
I see you standing from afar - A strong sturdy tree with its shade spread wide. My eyes light up, happiness barely contained, as my steps quicken towards you As I grew up, our conversations faltered, surrounded by silence instead. Yet comfort remained between us - the occasional lunch together, your familiar green truck across the street still brings me joy You were my Grab before it existed, ferrying me upon request, sheltering me from rain and sun. And even long after my children arrive You...
Invisible.
Standing here but I am invisible So many roles I am wearing A daughter, A sister, A wife, A mother.. Yet who am I, really? My hands dry from the chores My energy lost to the hustle My youth sapped by the routines Yet it is still never enough I hear the familiar whines The sharp take of breath A glare that burns my skin As I keep up this pretense of normal Grinding everyday but I am invisible The never-ending load No thanks No hugs No help No enough Be a good woman, they say You must care and ...
Invisible.
Standing here but I am invisible So many roles I am wearing A daughter, A sister, A wife, A mother.. Yet who am I, really? My hands dry from the chores My energy lost to the hustle My youth sapped by the routines Yet it is still never enough I hear the familiar whines The sharp take of breath A glare that burns my skin As I keep up this pretense of normal Grinding everyday but I am invisible The never-ending load No thanks No hugs No help No enough Be a good woman, they say You must care and ...
Invisible.
Standing here but I am invisible So many roles I am wearing A daughter, A sister, A wife, A mother.. Yet who am I, really? My hands dry from the chores My energy lost to the hustle My youth sapped by the routines Yet it is still never enough I hear the familiar whines The sharp take of breath A glare that burns my skin As I keep up this pretense of normal Grinding everyday but I am invisible The never-ending load No thanks No hugs No help No enough Be a good woman, they say You must care and ...
Invisible.
Standing here but I am invisible So many roles I am wearing A daughter, A sister, A wife, A mother.. Yet who am I, really? My hands dry from the chores My energy lost to the hustle My youth sapped by the routines Yet it is still never enough I hear the familiar whines The sharp take of breath A glare that burns my skin As I keep up this pretense of normal Grinding everyday but I am invisible The never-ending load No thanks No hugs No help No enough Be a good woman, they say You must care and ...
