chapter 2
Evan Low Jun Feng, Inch Chua
As a young girl
Mama told me that love is compromise
It was something I found hard to comprehend
As I watched her sense of self chip away
With each compromise she made
In the namesake of peace
People are made different
Aren't they, aren't we?
Yet life suggests we find a harmony with our counterparts
A synchronicity that can otherwise be attained
With pure grit and spartan endurance
None of it sounded appealing to me of course
As I watched the philosophy play out
For the people before me
But you, you are the exception
If it's with you, I believe.
