Become a Patron!Published with permission by the poet Stephanie Chan. She read this poem at the Opening Reception of Portraits of Defacement at Your Mother Gallery 91A Hindoo Road, Singapore. Organised by SlutWalk Singapore and Eros Coaching. Portraits of Dfacement runs till May 12. You can request for a private viewing by contacting Vanessa at +65 91254467.
This one goes out to all the girls who like to wear mustaches
This one goes out to all the girls who like to wear mustaches
Long long before the hipster bible said it was ok to
This one goes out to the girls who still like to pull ugly faces in pictures
Who still wear heart shaped stickers on their faces
Who think that Harry and Draco should have just got married in the last book.
And had babies together.
And the ones who think that men with kids are more fun to sleep with.
This one goes out to the girls who don’t do cuddling, the ones who don’t kiss
And the ones who only want to.
The ones who ask their one night stands
To go home before the sun is up, because hey, lets be honest
here, we’re strangers in the end and cuddling can be so annoying
sometimes, you know when one arm goes to sleep and you don’t
know what to do with the other arm then you find you even can’t move
coz he’s fallen asleep on it and you’re wide awake and then….
This is for the ones who value the use of their arms at 6 in the morning.
The ones who burp out loud and all aggressive-like just to see what will happen
the ones who fall over constantly, the ones who laugh too loudly, the ones who can’t cook
the ones who couldn’t cook till the day they decided they were sick of chips
and now can pre-empt Heston Blumenthal’s every move.
This is for the ones without a one special person
In their lives, just two she’s in ‘complicated’
with, four she’s sleeping with on the side,
three of whom she still kinda fancies,
and that one extra special vibrator.
this one’s for the girl who finds that lightning will not strike if she finds herself
kissing both the girl and the boy goodbye at the bus stop
the morning after the night before.
This one’s for the girl who finds out that not only does lightning not strike
but she doesn’t even acquire any form of leprosy
when at 23 she tells her friends that yes, she still happens to be a virgin.
This one’s for the girls who used buy Cosmo magazine but now strictly
relegate it to toilet reading partly because its useful
whenever you run out of toilet paper.
This one’s for the girls who learnt right from wrong then went on to
write their own kinds of worship songs, who opened the rule book
but found it too long, so tore pages out of it to make paper mache
spaceships capable of flying into other dimensions.
This is for all of you who make up your own games
as you go along, who choose whom to kiss based on
their shoes or their hair, who have learnt to be that
little bit less afraid, who woke up and realised what
century they were in and thought, hell yeah,
who aren’t trying to be ladies, or lads
or Kate Middleton or Tyra Banks.
Who aren’t trying
Who are sometimes trying
Who are trying not to try.
Who just want to think.
Who just want to exist.
Who do exist.
Who do exist everywhere.
We are everywhere.
Published with permission by the poet Stephanie Chan. She read this poem at the Opening Reception of Portraits of Defacement at Your Mother Gallery 91A Hindoo Road, Singapore. Organised by SlutWalk Singapore and Eros Coaching. Portraits of Dfacement runs till May 12. You can request for a private viewing by contacting Vanessa at +65 91254467.
