To my parents:

Hope,

Like a butterfly fluttering in the wind,

Beautiful but fragile,

like a flying reflective glass,

That can be broken beyond repair,

But is beautiful all the same

Because of the trust that binds,

The torn part of the wings together.

Despair,

Like a broken glass beyond repair,

Beautiful in its way,

But deadly and dark,

As though looking through the night sky,

But beautiful in its way,

Even if it had its deadly times.

Hope and despair,

The two sides of the same coin,

Has always been in my life,

Since I was born, Since I was a child,

Since I was a teenager, And now when I am a young adult,

But all it takes is a blazing flame,

And all the hope that I had,

Instantly become a molten glass of pain and despair that can't be salvaged.

Have you ever been in my shoes?

Feeling the same hope and despair I felt,

When I did wrong, I was scolded badly,

When I had done my homework correctly, I was praised,

Maybe it is because that you have never been in my shoes,

That you had never even though from my perspective.

I had always dreamed of living with another family,

That has always been kind to me even if I did something wrong,

That had always advised me without being annoyed,

At the stupid questions, I asked,

That had always encouraged me,

When I had been down,

But all I got was,

Deception, anger, and untrustworthiness,

Did you ever thought of how I felt,

When you had scolded me badly when I did something wrong,

When I made a stupid mistake and just let me take the blame,

When I had written the suicide letter,

When I wished I was dead,

When all I wanted was an,

Understanding, caring, and loving family,

You never thought about it,

Didn't you?

If you think you understand me,

THINK AGAIN,

And ask yourself,

Have you ever been in my shoes?

Have you ever learned about hope and despair,

Through the lens of your daughter?

Love,

your daughter,

Chin Rue Ying

Hey guys, actually I never wanted to write this slam poetry in here. It was supposed to be a private one but I'm not sure why I even want to write it here but oh well, since it was too late so I'll just leave it here. Anyways, this is to ask my parents (in a nice way) if they have ever learned about hope and despair throughout their lives when they were the same age as me. I hope you guys love this slam poetry and I'll see you next time (If I have the feel of writing slam poetry). Please read my book The Descendant of Lucifer and bye!

                                                                        -Angeline Chin Rue Ying