If I died, I would be satisfied with what I have done.
If I rebirthed, I would be a fish in the blue sea.
IfI cried, I would cry as loudly as my loved ones can hear.
IfI smiled, I would smile as big as every stranger can see.
IfI swimed, I would swim beyond the river to the sky.
If I flied, I would fly as high as Jack’s Beanstalk.
If I floated, I would float with the wind and fetch the star.
If I could be back to fifteen years old, I would felt I were perfect with the chubby face and round belly.
IfI could be braver, I would stand out and say I was not guilty because I was raped.
However, there is no ‘if’, and there is only life.
You only live once, and live as what you want.
我不是一个擅长写诗的人，虽然作为文学院的学生喜欢过诗歌，但是不算感冒，自己也没尝试过，哪怕是中文的。
第一次写这段，是在创意写作的作业里，总想尝试点没写过的吧。灵感是因为爱，这一老旧的话题。后来改了一稿，因为yolo这个词。之后在这边的同学发起一个关于被强奸无罪的请愿书以后，又修改加入了其他的思考。感觉修改永远不会结束的样子。
越来越相信，有的时候灵感就在你的经历和你周遭朋友的经历里。
