You know those times when
You’re at the food court in Korea town
With a bowl of dorm style ramen
And you can’t help but think about
When Teta called you shatra because
You could actually use a pair of chopsticks
And all of a sudden
Even chewing noodles feels foreign
God, I miss her so bad

You know those times when
You’re listening to your favorite song
And your mind wanders to the fact that
The ones you owe your life
Your sanity
Your friends
Your happiness to
Are all being fucked by their government so
Even enjoying ramen
Enjoying your favorite things feels wrong
And now I miss them all over again
God, I miss them so bad
But at least they’re coming back

Oh, darn
I’ve lost myself in an existential crisis again
I somehow got to the bottom of the bowl
But I feel bloated instead of full
And it has nothing to do with my lady’s friend
Ah
I don’t want to write
I just want peace
My body’s trying to make me a wife
I don’t even wanna be me
I just want peace!
I wish I could think about her without the urge
To cry
To hide
To join her
To see her just one more time
The only one who wasn’t disappointed
The only one who could do what the boys did
Who felt like home
When mom is angry
When dad is sexist
When my sisters are barely hanging in there
But they can’t talk like I did
They don’t even know they need it
It’s not the TPO to have this crisis
I was just trying to eat some ramen
But I keep forgetting how strong PMS is
I can’t even use a pair of damn chopsticks