Her bio
Angelina Naw Myat Pan Yaung Cho
She is one of our bright students, and she has made us proud through her artistic skill.
Angelina is 15, and she joined our centre in 2021.
She and her family stay in Malaysia as refugees. She belongs to the Kayin ethnic group.
We are proud to have students like her in our centre. And we hope to raise more refugee students who have such talents as Angelina.
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THE POVERTY INSIDE US
What are you wearing right now? Is it some kind of a brand? Is your bag made out of crocodile skin? Is your shoe made out of leopard leather? That is what our society is asking, That is what our society wants us to think about what defines you. Scrolling through Instagram and there you see people with their bag collections, their dress collections and their make up which thousands and thousands of dollars And here you are counting down your money Hating the reflection of your mirror The reflection of you You struggle everyday looking at your face But have you ever looked at how beautiful you can be? How beautiful and golden your heart is How beautifully you are made? The jealousy inside you when you see people with their perfect bodies, their perfect hair You cried, grinding your lips until the drops of blood take the form of rain drops When this keep repeating itself again and again like the rain storm in monsoon Under all those waves trying to reach out your hand but no one comes for help No one hears your screams No one hears my cry for help! Help... I cried but it is like a bird chirping in the ear of the rich You couldn't say you are in need of help Because you were neglected again and again They call you Ugly Dumb Stupid Fat Thin Poor Those are what they think who you are So you kept quiet Drowning by your emotions Suffocating yourself when you force yourself to stop for calling for help.. The feeling of you all alone in the darkness where people turn their back on you People walked away ignoring your existence Ignoring the fact that you are a human being That you are someone You are a person who has feelings You are also once a kid who thought people will always be kind But no! Everything pops when you get to realize the reality truth of our society Where humans get teated less than a human Where money defines who you are And what you wear is your standards And the shape of your body is what makes people love you What about our heart?! The golden that is covered by our ugly society We are all in poverty of our society We are the prisoners of society The unspoken wilderness inside us We are trapped by our own poverty Feeling unwanted Feeling lonely Is the worse kind of poverty Looking at all those people being loved! Being wanted But you are invisible You are unknown Daring a smile on your face everyday To hide the wilderness inside you The poverty you could never escape The poverty that dwells inside of you The poverty that is within you Those wildness inside are beautiful You are messing You have mask for your daily life But you tired really hard To come to where you are today That wildness inside you makes you beautiful and enough.
Love
The smell of mom's cooking Is the smell of love The smell of your favorite foods Are her favorite thing to cook After coming back from such a day full of sweat and stress And her smell of food is like the wind which blew all your cloudy thoughts away With her arm open wide welcoming you to her chest Her warm smile just drove all your worries away I remember her floral dress and her hair that flows like the black shiny river When I was little enough to fit on her arms And falling asleep on her chest which smelled like cinnamon and warm like the warm blanket on a rainy night with a cup of coffee Waking up miraculously on the bed thinking it was magic but it was magical love The love no one could replace The love which will hold you tight no matter what The love that forgives even when it cost ocean of tears Time flies by and how I wish I have time machine so that I could run back to the time like I run into your mama bear huggys The hardships I gave you for 9 months and the love you gave me for eternity is the love that I will always long for eternity.
WHERE IS MY HOME?
Sirens, sirens everywhere Your parents took your hand And ran until all the sirens went quiet The sound of gasping where everyone is Panting for their lives You look around and all you can see is ashes, smoke and the face of people filled with tears and hard grip on their love ones My tiny hands were clawed to my parents protective grip The sight of your parent taken away by those demons wearing green ,brown and yellow mixed kind of uniform with those black boot they kicked and kicked my dad's face until the blood shed from my dad's face satisfied them My parents cover me with their body when they try to hit me with the edge of their rifle They won't kick if I agreed to be a child holding a rifle shedding innocent blood Eating the scarps of dogs The goal for life is to survive thatnightmare Your nearly dead parent return with bruises and a few broken bones all over their body but still continue to smile Continue to comfort you Your daily routine is running away from those sirens With a slight of hope to find a home I left My mother land where I took my first breathe My first step Thinking life would be so much easier No more sirens Standing on a land as an immigrant Knowing this isn't where you belong This is not your motherland No more siren but I see people whispering I see their look of disgust I hear voices the voice I couldn't translate in my head I feel lost once again But is this what an innocent child like I deserve? What did I do wrong? Like a bird flying to find freedom yet to be trapped again The hope to wake up one day and finally be home Where peace dwell In the apartment which is made for 5 people In that apartment where laughter should be filled Instead 15 people are forced to live One fan and sweaty smell That is how you thought life would always be There is no bed nor dinning table Every morning waking up as if a thousand ants bit my back Waking up with sweat Waking up worrying what will you do to survive this time Every meal is like a reward for living Being treated less than a human Because of who you are Because of what you are Because of your background People of race People of color People of religion We are all human after all.