JUST A GUEST?do we realizewhose wound were traded?we the vehicle of timein between bitterness of lifeit shacklesat the glint of argument tearswelcoming the answeramong those stretched words we were hiddencould it be true at the entire corners of your homeI am just a guest?day of sarcasm it does arrivewhen memory pouncesbetween have and have not of youwhile me among suffering and darknesswho loses in the end?
Jaymani
a knife is a knife
when someone cuts
or somebody was cut
we simply described
being cut as being hurt
those trickling blood as evidence
but please don't you bluntly believe it
bleeding cut isn't necessarily the most painful
ain't easy to decide
between the knife in hand
and that bleeding body
who is the actual victim of cruelty
difficult to identify faults
difficult too while seeking justice
let alone to uphold truth
Puisi Pilihan : Pisau
Oleh SN Zurinah HassanI DELETED A LIST OF NAMES
avoiding being indebted to anything
including desires of missing and revenge
so I deleted a list of names
pushing a line of loneliness to the end of the horizon
while reading note after note
that refused to be erased even by the rain
choices with not a slight regret
for decisions started out of purity
deep in the heart and soul
So I deleted a list of names
once laced with respect and sweetness
now honoring me some thorns, poison, and dagger
And I never shed tears
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No FicciónChallenges of a Transwoman. Self introduction. This is not a workshop to sell values and lifestyle. Just to nurture some understandings about ts living and working in Malaysia. Not to represent any NGO or to glamorize transsexuals life style...