Human - Bryan Teo, Bryan Tay, Joshua Tan & Evangeline Boo

Human.

Cries were heard 

From the hospital ward

And to some absurd

Where new life is official, from the cutting of the cord.

In white I stand

Playing around

With no real plans

And treated like someone, with a crown.

I thought I knew who I am

But no one knew life’s plan

Happy as can be,

With individuals like myself

Content with me,

Living the life filled with wealth

I loved “who I was”

But never knew what life would toss

As the years went by, now in grey

Filled with cruel people around me

I gladly await the end of the day

To avoid the words they place on me

Now lost and alone

Who was I?

Maybe I need a phone

To call and ask if they knew who was I

Traumatized, now clad in black

I avoid the ones they call “man”

On a search for a tag

Which will tell who I am 

I live my life in curiosity and fear

Yet afraid of the truth,

It could be dear

Yet it could be what causes me to “poof”

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I’m now an adult

Yet I know not of who I am

Knowing nothing of the results

Though I’m already half-way through the journey. Damn!

In black I lay,

Questioning humanity.

Living in fear 

Am I even a part of society?

Like a dead soul?

I don’t even know.

In grey, I sit

Wait, has my voice been heard?

Then my thoughts clicked 

What I used to think was turd. 

Now I know

That you got to be bold

In white, I stood

Knowing now I could 

I tried looking through the books

Where all information is put

But who knew all it took

Was to find good.

I have found what people described as treasure

Now with what I believed was the answer

I took my time to measure

What to me felt as though it would cure cancer.

The years went by

Now clear with my identity

Though old and fragile, I believed I could fly

The thought of death gave me no anxiety

I knew who I was

And that’s all that mattered

Though I had my flaws

But to me they just shattered.

My physical health weakened

Yet mentally it was the opposite of chaos

The fear of death would flatten

And not be weak like that of crayons

Nevertheless, the inevitable was evident

I lay on my deathbed

There were so many around me, strangers would think I was the president.

Nobody was desolate

As they all knew

I had already found the key to life

Something whose importance grew

As you age on in life