International Day of 2018 at school passed. And what made it a little more important was that the Literature Magazine performed three slam poems that day! I was one of the team members who stood up to make a poem, which I am proud of doing. Funny story…I was going to quit like two days before because I just didn’t know where my poem was headed. It was messy and had no rhyme. But I followed through and did a lot of editing then a masterpiece (?) was birthed.
So, follow through with this post to read more about my poem!
Just a quick intro about the Literature Magazine…it is a group of creative people who compile the work of arts of students (that includes themselves) and publishes a book at the end of the school year. And to promote our book, we decided that showcasing the skills of the people within the Lit Mag group will be a way to inspire others to write as well.
International Day is a day at school where the different nationalities of students can be showcased. There’s food, performances, games, and many more goods that people can enjoy. Of course, it is a day to walk around and eat foods of different countries. But it’s the same with Indonesians…our food is just too good that we just want to eat whatever is on our own display. That we set up, cooked, and prepared.
The Indonesian stand is also one of the best stands and that is not a self-proclaimed thing. Look at us all matching with our clothes and taking pictures with each other. The dads and sons were nowhere to found…it was a women and girls only group picture. With an exception of our little brothers.
And here’s a family photo of the Isdiawans being silly…
Before getting into the poem, I just had to add a fun section to this post! Some of my friends and I gathered and took some great pictures of each other (it’s our thing now). And I wanted to share those pictures and also the traditional clothing that I was wearing!
And like every International Day, I get to meet one of my childhood best friends who I’ve known forever. It’s always something I look forward to when going to International Day because other than that, I barely meet her. I barely meet any of my Indonesian friends and that’s why when I do, I really cherish every moment with them.
Proud by Conchita Isdiawan
proud of our indonesian community in oman
the growth of unity of the children, both young and old
i used to be the quiet child sitting in the corner eating alone
i used to be scared of the older ones who didn’t seem inviting
they told me smile conchita, smile wider conchita, brighter, talk louder, participate
why won’t you participate
it suddenly became my fault…but i was only the quiet child sitting in the corner…eating alone
but as i had grown i had a goal, a goal to not let any child in our community feel alone
i strive to bring happiness, a spread of ideas and creativeness between each other
a harmonious cluster of children
engage with everyone no matter how big or small
because in the end, they will thank you for it all
The Theme of the Poem
The theme of the poems was “who we are” or “what makes us who we are”, something along those lines. My two other friends took this opportunity to fight for a certain stereotype or backwards thought that is popular in their family/identity. But me? Knowing that I was going to perform in front of my parents, younger Indonesians and their parents, I didn’t want mine to be negative. In all the negativeness, I wanted to be the positive one.
“Proud” was a way of me trying to tell the younger Indonesian kids to be kind and to include everyone. It was an effort to tell the world about but in one minute. As you all know, in my post on How to Be A Good Role Model for Future Generations, I express my feelings and thoughts about the kids that are entering their teen years. So read that post to learn more about my experience and thoughts!
I urge the kids to grow into teenagers who care and love the younger ones so that a cycle of being hurt and hurting others won’t continue. Also in my poem, I talk about how I don’t want the kids that are “shy” to be blamed for their shyness. That it is not their fault. It’s just that the people who can talk, should use their voice and confidence to go up to those kinds of kids and try to include them.
I talk about how I used to be shy and quiet, none of the Indonesian girls would include me. But I didn’t take revenge for that pain by hurting the Indonesian kids of today. I used that pain as a lesson and learned that if this is how it feels to be alone, lost, and sorry for myself, I hope no one else has to feel that way. Especially at a young age.
And it being one of my last years in my high school career, it was a special poem for me to perform. I hope when I leave to university, that the great and welcoming chemistry that the Indonesian children have stays for a long time.