Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
She longs for peace
like the soft wind’s breeze
to help her sleep
cast off the creeps
She longs for dreams
She's been dismissed
belittled
considered a freak and overly sensitive
'though she believes
something's got to give
Fiction sells better these days
It keeps you guessing anyway
It depends on how well we craft
and if you happen to be pretty daft
For us, it's entertainment
The world is growing older
I still keep coming back for more
every year, as a reminder
hopefully, to turn you better
How have you been?
Don’t insult yourself
by comparing you with a cat
that cannot resist
the sight of a fresh fish
right in front of it.
“How do I catch a monster?”
I’m probably one of the few girls
who asks such a question.
I’ll definitely startle
those who look at me and wonder:
Sometimes your blood runs cold
at the sight before you
You may be bold
spitting out what’s true
Pent-up anger inside
Your ignorance is not my bliss
but what do you care, right?
Not so much you miss
yet alone I must fight
I’ve stopped expecting you
There’s the child and the adult
a heated argument involved
You think the child’s always being told
but not all adults are the grown-ups
It’s funny when you see
We’re not in school anymore
but grown-ups for sure
although some are adults
only by the digits of their age
but with such questionable attitude
It’s the environment
I’d rather not be in
full of such impossible demands
and scolding remarks
for my lack of perfection
How can you catch a break
at the never-ending hurdles before you?
The bumps and cracks are nothing new.
More endless tasks to finish too.
Sysyphus must’ve been a human pinball,