I was that girl

With heels and a skirt.

Same gloomy morning,

Same too humid afternoon

Same seat same tasks


Sudirman, and Jakarta

That’s all I knew

Malls, and movies on the weekend.


I was that girl

Who curse on the street

An angry face on the traffic

Running on the stations

Chasing something I didn’t know what


I was that girl

Who let society define me

Who let my parents

Draw a map for me

To a destination, everybody goes

But not me


Now I’m this girl

Going to the opposite direction

Running towards a quiet place

Where there was no one else

But people like me


Running around the beach

Whenever I like, wherever I like


Singing, dancing


Watching sunset

Climbing mountains


In total freedom

Of being no one else.

But for me.






Published by Angky Ridayana

A sun seeker and a story teller.

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