Đậu Diễm Phương
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"How cheap you are!"
Deli Sandwitch, Pizza Pasta
Hub, Market Basket and Cashier...
"How cheap you are!"
The smell of the greasy foods
The smell of the ozon cleaning
The gloves prevents my skin from breathing
The big apron doesn't fit my body
"How cheap you are!"
Keep cleaning
With $8 ticket, you can call me "cheap"
Money makes me cheap!
"How cheap you are!"
If my parents would ever imagine of me...
I feel my heart stop moving
I feel the pressure of the starving stomach
Pushing the air inside up to my throat, nose, eyes and ears.
Fortunately, the tears cannot come out
I OPEN my eyes LARGER, so they can STORE the WATER.
Fortunately, I haven't drunk for the whole day
My throat gets dry to make any voice.
Feel as there is a heavy weight pulling my body down
Feel as I am moving in this solid time and space
I drink my air back inside like a hiccup.
"How cheap you are!"
Since everything is finally kept deep down
Zipping up my mouth, eyes, nose and ears.
A deaf-mute, blind and slow breathing soul
By that way, I work as a robot
I smile with my my customers and my bosses
"How cheap you are"
For the first time, I am afraid
This droughtness never end.
(no comment)
Phuong Dau.
P/s:This poem's reason starts from my student, who I tutor chemisty. We often joke at each other. I told him there are 2 reasons that he cannot solve the problem and if he dares to hear:
#1 You are stupid
#2 I am smatter than you are.
Then, he thinks that every thing can be joked. He calls me "fat girl", "a pig", or "cheap girl" but i never put them as credits in my mind.
One day, we had China night. My student, Joney (a chinese student), asked me to go because that was his birthday. I hesitated at the $8 ticket. He even joked that if i went, he would pay for me the ticket but I said no. Then, my roomate wanted me to go because of his birthday. We needed 2 tickets, I suggested that I would ask Joney to buy for me and I would help paying half of the other one. I assumed that I could do it easily. However, it was so hard to start the talking. Finally, I did say and Joney joked again that "how cheap you are! You know what people think of girls who like to deal with money...". I kept silent. Because even before the ticket, I did ask him to buy for me a muffin. He gave me his id and wanted me to do it by mysefl (without his presentation).
I suddenly felt hurt. Eventhought he emphasized "take my id", I answered that "i like people to buy stuff for me not as I use their id to buy stuff for myself" as an excuse and left.
That friday, I worked from 11:30 am up to 5:30 pm. I lost my mind the whole day bc I kept hearing "how cheap you are" and didn't know why.
Actually, Joney did sth kind of reminding me that I was paying attention too much in money problem. I would lost mysefl by worrying.
I know it was just a joke but it still hurt me though. I'd thought that such that things only happened in stories and moives. I didn't know one day I was that "cheap". How could I ask Joney to buy for me the ticket? I won't repeat that mistake again. I live equal to the amount of my working, and I should get deserves. About my "cheap personality", I let my friends decide it.
Deli Sandwitch, Pizza Pasta
Hub, Market Basket and Cashier...
"How cheap you are!"
The smell of the greasy foods
The smell of the ozon cleaning
The gloves prevents my skin from breathing
The big apron doesn't fit my body
"How cheap you are!"
Keep cleaning
With $8 ticket, you can call me "cheap"
Money makes me cheap!
"How cheap you are!"
If my parents would ever imagine of me...
I feel my heart stop moving
I feel the pressure of the starving stomach
Pushing the air inside up to my throat, nose, eyes and ears.
Fortunately, the tears cannot come out
I OPEN my eyes LARGER, so they can STORE the WATER.
Fortunately, I haven't drunk for the whole day
My throat gets dry to make any voice.
Feel as there is a heavy weight pulling my body down
Feel as I am moving in this solid time and space
I drink my air back inside like a hiccup.
"How cheap you are!"
Since everything is finally kept deep down
Zipping up my mouth, eyes, nose and ears.
A deaf-mute, blind and slow breathing soul
By that way, I work as a robot
I smile with my my customers and my bosses
"How cheap you are"
For the first time, I am afraid
This droughtness never end.
(no comment)
Phuong Dau.
P/s:This poem's reason starts from my student, who I tutor chemisty. We often joke at each other. I told him there are 2 reasons that he cannot solve the problem and if he dares to hear:
#1 You are stupid
#2 I am smatter than you are.
Then, he thinks that every thing can be joked. He calls me "fat girl", "a pig", or "cheap girl" but i never put them as credits in my mind.
One day, we had China night. My student, Joney (a chinese student), asked me to go because that was his birthday. I hesitated at the $8 ticket. He even joked that if i went, he would pay for me the ticket but I said no. Then, my roomate wanted me to go because of his birthday. We needed 2 tickets, I suggested that I would ask Joney to buy for me and I would help paying half of the other one. I assumed that I could do it easily. However, it was so hard to start the talking. Finally, I did say and Joney joked again that "how cheap you are! You know what people think of girls who like to deal with money...". I kept silent. Because even before the ticket, I did ask him to buy for me a muffin. He gave me his id and wanted me to do it by mysefl (without his presentation).
I suddenly felt hurt. Eventhought he emphasized "take my id", I answered that "i like people to buy stuff for me not as I use their id to buy stuff for myself" as an excuse and left.
That friday, I worked from 11:30 am up to 5:30 pm. I lost my mind the whole day bc I kept hearing "how cheap you are" and didn't know why.
Actually, Joney did sth kind of reminding me that I was paying attention too much in money problem. I would lost mysefl by worrying.
I know it was just a joke but it still hurt me though. I'd thought that such that things only happened in stories and moives. I didn't know one day I was that "cheap". How could I ask Joney to buy for me the ticket? I won't repeat that mistake again. I live equal to the amount of my working, and I should get deserves. About my "cheap personality", I let my friends decide it.
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