Another Broken Scene

She held her paintbrush. She felt the warmth of the wood against her cold fingers. She knew she needed to paint something- her emotions told her so. Her mind wandered. Nature? Nah. Too mainstream. People? Nah. Why paint those who left you? Things? Too symbolic. She wasn't able to think of anything. She stared at her blank canvas. Think, think. Still nothing. She was supposed to feel something but she felt nothing, as if the world can crumble and she wouldn't care. She dipped her brush to the rosy colours but she wasn't able to get herself to paint on the canvas. She then dipped her paintbrush to the dark colours, still the same. She felt frustrated. What a useless artist. Then she dipped and dipped and dipped it again. Finally, she gave up. She let go of her paintbrush and just when she stood up, the paintbrush tipped down and the water spilled on her canvas. She stared blankly. She smiled bitterly. Here's what she got- nothing. And a mess. Oh, it suited her. Cause she was nothing but a mess.

Fall

She stared through the window. She saw the first fall of winter snow. She saw how the white circles dampened the cold cement. 

"Not my season," she said. She felt his hand draped over her shoulders. She knew that it was his season, he loved winter. So cold, so white. 

"Why not? Ah, winter," he replied. Of course he knew. She knew. They both knew why winter was not her season. Winter reminded her of how foolish life can get. It reminded her that there was suffering in every beauty. 

"It's the realest season," he said. She smiled. Realest. She turned around and stared at nothing but oblivion.  

Broken Scene 2

'Cause you can't kill something you don't know what

I hate this

And I hate you

Or as what he said

Maybe I really do

Yes this should stop

Right here, right now

But I don't know anymore

Just watch me roar. 

Broken Scene 1

Sometimes, you miss the nights when you could talk to someone endlessly. Regardless of the topic, words just roll out of your mouths. It's like, you have an unlimited list of something to say to each other. You miss the times when you could actually write on an entire paper about the person because that's how much you know that person. You miss the feeling of wanting to see or talk to someone badly, that it hurts. You crave for their presence because they make your life a little brighter. And if you don't get what I'm trying to say, then you won't know why people can have meaningless yet endless conversations. You won't get why people become friends. Because, friendship isn't something that you buy and get in return. It's not a payment nor exchange and definitely not a favour. You don't make friends to have more people circling around your life. You don't "make" friends actually. Rather, you meet new people and subconsciously becoming friends and it just happen. That's how it supposed to be. No forced connections. No empty conversations. Just sparks between two or more soul mates lucky to find one another.

A Young Girl's Manifesto

I'm a feminist.

I'm a feminist and I'm proud to be one. I value equality rather than superiority. I'm not an equalist, but a feminist. I'm a feminist, because feminism, by definition, is an advocacy to achieve equality between men and women. So why do I have to use another word just to prove my vision? Feminism doesn't fight for men, rather it fights for gender equality. It wants equal rights socially, politically, and for all other aspects of the society among both genders. It wants equality and unity for both genders rather of them being two opposing ideas. But I need not to use the root word 'equal' just to prove that we, feminists, want equality. I use the word feminist because Feminism is the movement. Why not equalism? Cause we haven't achieved yet. We use equalism when it's all done. We are fighting for something that is not there yet. And we haven't achieved equality so why use equalism?Why do we have to argue about the word itself? Just cause there's "feminine" and no "masculine" in it? Why are there narrow minded people who doesn't understand what the movement is for, and yet comments about the word? The problem with society is that, we comment on things we don't fully understand and it creates confusion among those who are not knowledgable.

I can see women who hates being called a feminist. Because feminists now are labelled as feisty, egoistic, and man-hating women who thinks that all men are going to provoke them. This is where another confusion goes. These people are called Feminazis. They are the ones who creates confusion among those who doesn't know anything about feminism. Now, they choose not to be one cause they don't want to be labelled as feisty or man-hating. But feminism isn't about man-hating.

Actually, feminism helps both genders. There are men who gets raped. There are men who experience sexual abuse. Let's look in Perks of Being a Wallflower. The main character was raped, and he didn't know about it. He wasn't given any chance to protect himself against abuse. Now, feminism's voice must be heard. Men are labelled by the society as the ones who are abusing women, the ones who are hurting our sisters, and the ones who are provoking. But I think it's because men thinks they need to feel superior. They need to act superior. They can't lose their cool. If one stops being aggressive, the other stops being submissive. Now if we achieve this, men won't have to keep their emotions, and women won't have to feel fragile every time. If we achieve this, we give everyone the right to feel strong and vulnerable at the same time.

I'm a feminist, and though I have very little information about Maya Angelou, or Emma Watson, I know that my mind, my heart, and my soul wants equality. 

At age 14, I officially declare that I'm a feminist, and I'm proud to be one. 

She stares at you

You stare back

You see nothing but her beautiful eyes

You can't see how sad she is

Maybe because, she isn't sad enough

And maybe that's why she's sad

Because she's never enough.