Faith: The Arrow of Tenacity
Kintsugi (金継ぎ, “golden joinery”), also known as kintsukuroi (金繕い, “golden repair”), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage …
By: Amirah Farzana Foreword: Mad world – Gary Jules The Truth – 36 Questions
Dedicated to all the lives lost to injustice. You will not be forgotten.
We are the change we yearn,
With trembling hands we fear,
Our minds will be unable to turn,
From the unchanging ideals we silently discern,
With wavering voices that yield to silence,
As we blindly spectate acts of violence.
hello? can you hear me?
i’ve been meaning to say something
even if the signal’s not pretty.
i don’t think i can do this anymore.
i’ve grown tired of the city
where my screams tend to evade me,
my confessional streams
poured all over the polished floors
until i ran out of dreams-
i need a getaway across the seas;
somewhere deep in the country
where i can still feel a breeze;
a breath of dying somewhere pretty
as if i carelessly ripped out a page
out of my half-written biography
that takes up too much of my head
until they all cooperate to collaborate
into my nameless anthology
but how can i craft such a thing
when i’m not even dead?
All I Can Do
by Jaclyn Heng
This is for the times I’ve had to keep a count of the number of days that went by without me getting whistled at or getting looked up-and-down while walking from my car to the BRT when travelling to college each day. A mere 7-minute walk and yet the Days I Did Not Get Catcalled count never reached a number where I needed more than my own two hands to count.
This is for the one time I sent a middle-finger to a man whistling at me from a lorry, on a day that I’d had enough. I told my parents about it and immediately got told off for being vulgar, then spent the next week using a different route to college in fear that that same man would come back for revenge.
But most of all, this is for all you girls out there who don’t even get to feel safe when walking alone on a street.
This should not be the way we have to live, yet it is.
In conjunction with National Poetry Month, Echo Media is proud to introduce our first ever Poetry Special! We’ve compiled 6 equally compelling poems for you guys, each written by a member of our very own Creative Writing Team.
Where are my human rights?
When did I lose my status of humanity,
become a race all too different.
When did the sins of another
become the sins of my father?
How did tomorrow’s terrorist
become synonymous with today’s entrepreneur, dreamer, son and brother?
Why do the blood and tears of my kin dilute in the face of justice?
I’ve always feared,
of swimming pools,
for their masked abilities
to accidentally drown you.