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    • Victoria Chwa
      • Mar 22
      • 1 min read

    porcelain

    mirror mirror on the wall

    you are all the same

    who is the fairest of them all?

    a game of name and shame


    ebb and flow // ebb and flow

    i stand in a sea of bodies

    as above, so below?

    i choose not to live in pain –


    mirror mirror on the wall

    i ask myself again

    who is the favoured of them all

    and they, too, shall reign


    i ask myself, mirror dear,

    i ask myself again

    what is seen cannot be unseen

    nor said; erased –

    and when they ask, mirror dear,

    i shall say again

    if you see light and a clear blue sky

    does not mean it’s all the same

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    • Victoria Chwa
      • Jan 28
      • 1 min read

    What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but how much stronger do I have to be?

    What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,

    but how much stronger do I have to be?

    Can someone tell me the truth

    about this mystical reality


    claim that calls for help will be answered,

    that we should place trust in humanity?

    Yet the stories we hear over time and space

    are those of dissent, violence and cruelty.


    What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,

    but how much stronger do I have to be?

    To say the light of life must be found from within

    but not in its entirety


    is to say power exists where we cannot see,

    like prisoners of our own being,

    in the worldly realm of reality,

    liberation is a dream of solidarity so freeing.


    but this strength is not to be lusted for,

    sought after like rain in a drought.

    It does not come with riches,

    or black and white paper bridges


    between people torn apart by

    open wounds of the painful past.

    It is present in the vulnerability

    we try so hard to outcast.


    What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,

    and I don’t know how much stronger we need to be,

    but if ever you struggle with waking up in the morning,

    trust that the power is in you and me.

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    • Victoria Chwa
      • Oct 24, 2021
      • 1 min read

    the devil is a woman

    the devil is a woman

    and she is wicked, they say

    you will look in her eyes

    and on your heart she will prey


    the devil is a woman

    and she is bewitching, they say

    you will let her inside

    and she will lead you astray


    the devil is a woman

    and she is a liar, they say

    you will mean her well

    and in your soul is drawn to play


    the devil is a woman

    and she made me do it, they say

    she is not a good one

    everyone knows – i pray.

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