5…
Colors flashed—
The freedom of a white canvas, the void of a black night sky, the flickering rays of a yellow sun, the blurry line of a blue horizon, the angry strokes of a red paintbrush
4…
Lifelines tangled in a spider’s webRead More »
5…
Colors flashed—
The freedom of a white canvas, the void of a black night sky, the flickering rays of a yellow sun, the blurry line of a blue horizon, the angry strokes of a red paintbrush
4…
Lifelines tangled in a spider’s webRead More »
The weight of your world
On my shoulders
Placed there with good intentions
And tough love,
The weight of your hopes
And dreams
Bending my back
Eternally,Read More »
When I was a child, being Asian-American meant breaking wooden chopsticks over a noodle lunchbox, sunny yellow dresses to bring out the sunny yellow of my skin, and laughing with my colorful classmates because we didn’t know yet we were different.
When I grew older, being Asian-American meant seeing for the first time my father’s oil-stained hands from days of toil, and my mother’s quiet strength as she built a home in the middle of a strange language.Read More »
I promise I’ll lend you my ear,
If you will lend me your honesty.
I promise I’ll listen without judgment,
If you will speak without lies.
This is a place of emotions,
A place where it’s okay to feel,
I promise they won’t hurt you,
I promise neither will I.Read More »