Shuen

Malaysia

Published Work

This I Believe

Spoken

I believe in the power of words to come flying
swans whooping as they pass,
children with rain in their hands and eyes and hair,
healing breaths from a neem tree,
golden angsana leaves drifting like ocher snowstorms,
I believe that words fly.

I believe they are awake,
with agency to take on a life
of their own after our lips give them birth;
they are sentient children barreling through childhood into adolescence.
Some become adults, some stay
young and wild, made of fiery water,
washing over this great globe we call home.

I believe words move like streams of night,
like tendrils of a dream not everyone has.
I believe they tie cultures and languages and peoples together until we
tear like shredded paper whirling over forgotten tracks.

I believe we can’t wait
for people to start speaking true, that we have to do it ourselves.
I believe that words can listen as well as proclaim,
can give life...

This I Believe

Spoken

I believe in the power of words to come flying
swans whooping as they pass,
children with rain in their hands and eyes and hair,
healing breaths from a neem tree,
golden angsana leaves drifting like ocher snowstorms,
I believe that words fly.

I believe they are awake,
with agency to take on a life
of their own after our lips give them birth;
they are sentient children barreling through childhood into adolescence.
Some become adults, some stay
young and wild, made of fiery water,
washing over this great globe we call home.

I believe words move like streams of night,
like tendrils of a dream not everyone has.
I believe they tie cultures and languages and peoples together until we
tear like shredded paper whirling over forgotten tracks.

I believe we can’t wait
for people to start speaking true, that we have to do it ourselves.
I believe that words can listen as well as proclaim,
can give life...