It was three o’clock on a Friday and the bel, bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my buku in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could anda come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. anda would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her meja tulis, meja trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted anda to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want anda to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank anda and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see anda tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten menit at the most. It was a pretty warm hari in April. A nice to hari to have a picnic atau something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one hari she’ll find the right person for her. That one hari seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy rumput and a big oak pohon on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are anda off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating jam was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to anda too,” she responded. I sat on the dipan, sofa and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a tanggal with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied lebih mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while anda gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and nasi, beras on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could anda get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I berkata to myself. I went and opened the door.
“Oh wait, Alisa could anda come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. anda would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her meja tulis, meja trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted anda to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want anda to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank anda and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see anda tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten menit at the most. It was a pretty warm hari in April. A nice to hari to have a picnic atau something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one hari she’ll find the right person for her. That one hari seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy rumput and a big oak pohon on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are anda off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating jam was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to anda too,” she responded. I sat on the dipan, sofa and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a tanggal with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied lebih mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while anda gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and nasi, beras on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could anda get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I berkata to myself. I went and opened the door.
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a pisau in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a pisau in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain is our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain is our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
It’s the color of you
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our jeruk, orange book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two jeruk, orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the jeruk, orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The jeruk, orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone jeruk, orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now jeruk, orange is my color
A color for anda bravery
A color for my survival
jeruk, orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever jeruk, orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our jeruk, orange book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two jeruk, orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the jeruk, orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The jeruk, orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone jeruk, orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now jeruk, orange is my color
A color for anda bravery
A color for my survival
jeruk, orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever jeruk, orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.