I was born from chaos
For a life of blood and war,
Of loneliness and duty.
They envy the power
That flows through my veins
To a heart seldom used
And forgotten.
Tag: chinese culture
[Poetry] Asian-American
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 »
Re-Introducing Me in 2019
A new year means another step closer to embracing my flaws, my dreams, and my inner fangirl obsessions: in short, being brave enough to embrace everything that makes me, me.
To all my blogging friends, my readers, and the whole wide world, are you listening? Can you see me? I’m re-introducing myself.
