Poems

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. 

I’ve always feared, the innocence of swimming pools, for their masked abilities to accidentally drown you.