Perempuan, kenapa kau marah sangat?!

There has been many times someone ask, state or accused me of being too/so angry. Because I make films that challenged, because I chant at protests, because I taught the marginalized to shout ‘Freedom!’.

Because I think that women, men, transgender are equal, people of all colors are equal, people of all faiths or no faiths are equal, and every people are equal and should be treated fairly.

conniving, corrupt, racist, murderous politicians, capitalists and people who relish on other people’s inequality should be brought to justice equally like the rest of us.

Because I wield no keris, just my mind.

A friend of mine brought this poetry to my attention and I just know how she feels.🙂 Maybe it is how you feel too.

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For An Asian Woman Who Says My Poetry Gives Her A Stomachache

written by Nellie Wong (1989)

You would rather scream your anger in a workshop
and then you would find peace
and you ask if I find peace
by becoming more angry in my poetry

You turn to my sister-poet and say she’s found peace
because her style is soft
and mine shouts

I jokingly say that I do find peace
when I sleep for at least 6 hours
but I give you my one true answer:

Peace does not exist
not while a woman is being raped
a child is being abused
a lesbian is being beaten
a man is denied work because of his race

and if I could document my life in snapshots
I would take hours to describe the pains
of being a girl and a young woman
who thought beauty
was being white
useless
a mother
a wife

seen only in the eyes of the racist beholder
wrapped in the arms of the capitalist media
starved in the binds of patriarchal culture

and how I screamed in silence for years
beating myself down, delirious in my victimization
preferring the cotton-spun candy I thought was life

and now in my hours of awakening
as my hair turns white
my anger moves, a storm into the sunlight
where women and men fight alongside each other
in the battles against degradation, poverty, manipulation, fear
where anger is pure as the love I have for freedom
where desire is the catalyst for action
where the possibilities are rice and flowers and children
growing strong everywhere

You would rather scream your anger in a workshop
and then you would find peace
and you ask if I find peace
by becoming more angry in my poetry

You turn to my sister-poet and say she’s found peace
because her style is soft
and mine shouts

I jokingly say that I do find peace
when I sleep for at least 6 hours
but I give you my one true answer:

Peace does not exist
not while a woman is being raped
a child is being abused
a lesbian is being beaten
a man is denied work because of his race

and if I could document my life in snapshots
I would take hours to describe the pains
of being a girl and a young woman
who thought beauty
was being white
useless
a mother
a wife

seen only in the eyes of the racist beholder
wrapped in the arms of the capitalist media
starved in the binds of patriarchal culture

and how I screamed in silence for years
beating myself down, delirious in my victimization
preferring the cotton-spun candy I thought was life

and now in my hours of awakening
as my hair turns white
my anger moves, a storm into the sunlight
where women and men fight alongside each other
in the battles against degradation, poverty, manipulation, fear
where anger is pure as the love I have for freedom
where desire is the catalyst for action
where the possibilities are rice and flowers and children
growing strong everywhere

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. slpmartin
    Apr 04, 2010 @ 20:54:06

    Such a powerful and wonderful poem….I absolutely love the title and the message of this poem…thanks ever so much for sharing it.

    Reply

  2. Angela
    Aug 25, 2010 @ 16:26:39

    Heya🙂 is there a share button in here somewhere? I really love to share this in my facebook … Admirable

    Reply

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