The only source of my stress,
Is a name that goes by,
Razak.
He is our PK 1,
In SK. Kampung Tengah,
But Jai and I decided to call him;
"Jis".
Which is the abbreviation of;
"Najis".
We kept on laughing,
That if we're too stressed by his psychopathic tendencies,
We would shout out,
"POOP!!!"
So the entire school could hear our voices.
And I think it's because of him,
I keep on stuffing my face with food,
Because food keeps me out from killing him in my mind,
A thousand times a day.
And also pimples.
Actually,
I'm not much troubled by pimples' existence,
But what I'm concerned of is,
The places they're at.
Usually on my chin.
And with Google's help,
I knew that the pimples' location on my chin,
Means that my PMS and reproduction system,
Are not stable.
That my ovaries and uterus are not strong.
I don't want that.
I want to be able to bear a child.
I want twins.
Though maybe twins is a very thin probability,
I still want to be able to have my own children.
To be called mother.
I'm scared.
The only thing I would be proud of in this world,
Being called "Ibu".
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