ur the poem, take care to edit it when you need

when ur sad you’re meant to make art

and write poetry that lights to way

or shows the darkness to others

or just releases all your emotions into a beautiful and tangible being

but sometimes when your sad the best thing you can do it keep quiet

don’t validate it

just make a doctors appointment

tell them the truth

go see some more doctors

talk to your friends about your feelings

apologise for being so distant

and try to feel love and happiness again while you get better

sometimes when your sad you’re depressed

and sometimes when your depressed

you just gotta make yourself into art

and create your own beauty and light in yourself

people can’t touch it or see it or read it the same

but it feels better and it feels right


rambling thoughts .2

everything i think is a ramble

i remember another thought

and i think i’m so smart so i have to include it

even if it doesn’t flow or connect

i guess i’m finding my voice

‘wow that’s really smart write that’

that’s what i just thought writing this

so new and cool and everyone will want to read it

then you can make content good enough so you can post the link to it on your instagram

instagram is so cool its so original

oh brother 

now this is a ramble

i can’t fucking post this

i feel like i’ve been thrown for a loop

going on social media throws me in a daze of self doubt and near hatred

what do i do with my life and when will it be worthy of a post on my instagram?

i’m trying to be original and these rambles are my notes to a future self

or as evidence of my growth when i someday become a big famous writer

pretty proud, pretty sad

i wrote a poem when i was 12 and i was pretty proud of myself

i’m still proud of those words

so edgy and relevant

about race and war culture and the effects of how teens lose themselves in peer pressure

i read it in front of the whole grade

that’s a pretty big deal ya know

i think it was called pretty robots or something

i liked the one on race and war better but my teacher liked that one

i can’t find the poems tho

lost on a computer we chucked about 5 years ago

i guess that means i can just brag about how edgy i am and not have to prove it

or show anyone something that is probably shit

i still write poems and i still don’t show anyone

i just tell people they’re really good and deep and meaningful

but really they’re just sad and i cry whenever i read them

why am i so sad?

anyway, I’m a pretty good poet

i’ll have to show you sometime

stuck in a rut

how do i create

where can i create

who will come with me

create with me

journey with me

it feels discouraging to create alone

wheres my family in arts

i feel like I’m waiting for the next stage

but every period is a stage that I’m waiting to pass

when will i create

when will i live




a ramble of my thoughts .1

my experience being who i am

growing up in canada and australia

parents from finland and singapore/india

belongs to no where (not everywhere)

“ethnic” looking enough to be interesting but white enough to be pretty

high cheekbones but tan

doesn’t belong to those darker cus I’m too light

but not accepted as white

i grew up white didn’t i?

can i white pass?

is being half white make me white?

can i associate myself with those struggles of people darker when i feel them or is that not for me?

who decides that

why can’t i be the one to decide

where I’m from

what i am

whats important to my identity

“wow where are you from”

are you asking because of my accent

or my colour and look

why do you even want to know

what makes you really care

do they think about that

or is it so easy being apart of one set group that you don’t have to think about it

when your culture accepts you then you don’t have to think about it

some envy he ambiguity of my look and identity

the idiots

how ignorant and dumb

you may be bored but by god you had a choice of aninimoty

what i wouldnt give

on top of all those confusion I’m a woman too

don’t look at me and don’t sexualise me and don’t touch me and don’t think about me

i don’t need you to find me beautiful

i scared of you finding me beautiful


even if I’m ugly in your eyes I’m scared

I’m not white

or I’m not what you are

I’m not enough or strongly inside of any ideals to belong

where am i and when do i land

ill never be finn

I’m trying to learn but its hard and I’m scared and i don’t have to right accent and I’m embarrassed

ill never be sikh or singaporean

I’ve never tried

i felt the push and anger or something negative from that side a long time ago

people saying I’m trying so hard to be something

i was just dancing? i was just wearing a dress?

i didn’t know that my fathers culture wasn’t permitted for me

where do i sign up for a permit?

forget it i won’t even bother

the culture is intimately around me

yet its not for me

the language, the food, the music, the dance, the people and the land

but its not for me

what is for me

and when can i have it

and what if i don’t want it

and please stop asking me where I’m from

when do i start creating something new?

if i can’t use what i have can i make it all up

when will the internal matter more than whats from the external

when do i take ownership

no body knows

ill keep asking

post pole class blues

i googled “how to create a safe exercise space women” and i expected a lot of other people to have blogs all about it, all about how they struggle to deal with people in their fitness classes or their friends talking exclusively about their body after class. i don’t wanna talk about that! it makes me feel sick!!! stop talking about how you need abs or a tight ass or real nice arms. i’m here for myself and for my health, not for some idea that i need to change my body in order to be happy.

i find myself sad and defeated after a class that i did really well in. i feel myself beating myself up when i go get a snack when i’m starved. i feel useless after i feel my muscles get sore and how much more work i still need to do to see any physical progress. i should be proud of myself!! i should be satisfied with my progress and motivated to move forward! and the things is.. i was! before my friend told me about how important getting her body into some idealised form was, when she’s already at a size and shape i will never possibly physically be! my bones aren’t that small, my genetics don’t give me a curve-less figure! it’s just how we are both built, but i find that hard to swallow. especially after everyone else i talk to seems to feel the same way she does. how i should want to only be doing fitness for my physical appearance. that my body and weight and look should be so undesirable that it should be obvious that i am only working out to make myself skinnier or better looking in a bikini.

i hate that i feel so sad about something i have been so excited for, but my struggle to create a body positive space for myself continues to exist of a space including only myself. i will keep going to my classes and keep telling myself that i am here for my health (mental and physical) and that the end goal of my fitness, has and always will be, for my inner self! since, at the end of the day, all i can do is block her and everyone else out. i can’t cut out a good friend for this, but i’ve thought about it. next time, i’ll take the class alone and i’ll talk to myself about it and i’ll tell myself what a good job i did and that my body is great how it is. i’m the only one i can rely to tell myself what i want to hear.