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My mom came here twenty years ago She came from malaysia with little to show She barely spoke english She watched her fears diminish
I am a mango in frozen salad Frost covers us all, 'till we're cold to the core and mangos taste funky in a salad Exported to the motherland, alone I am a mango inside a blender
When I was seven I thought the worst thing in my world was not that my parents fought and my mother hit. It was that my older sister was kicked out of the white deli she was doing a project on Poland
When I was 6, I was told to wear my scariest costume for Halloween day at school And for once, my parents wanted to spoil me, So while everyone at school became witches or skeletons or furries
ABCs I remember when I first learned my ABCs. A stands for apple B stands for bird
How could you think racism doesn't apply to me? who told you that my Caucasian parents are my omission from the jokes about my feature stereotypical accusations and
I’ve lived in the same city my whole life but I still get treated like a foreigner.
For a very long time I looked down on myself for pursuing my dreams instead of the wealth My brother, an engineer My sister, a nurse And I... I am... not the lawyer you wanted to see
fun fact: the daughters of the south asian diaspora have some of the highest suicide rates in the united states of america.
I've walked through these halls countless times before now, yet why can't I feel safe?I've been here a thousand times before, yet why do I still feel like running away?
A Banana The names they called me When I acted white Even though I’m Asian Haha The sound I made When I remembered That I’m ¼ White anyways Hapa Not quite the right mix
When my family came to America we became models me the model at school 4.0's and perfect scores and musical talent my father the model at work
Growing up, I had my pick fromThe Big Four of respectable careers for AsiansBusiness, Law, Engineering, and MedicineI chose to be a doctorBut I realized I disliked scienceSo I changed my mind
Asian-American immigrant Born in the East, thrown to the West My best was all I could give For the past five years I've accumulated fears Fistfuls of tears that fill the tank in which I'm drowning
I. Where do the days go When a mind smooths itself above The rippling bubble Aimlessly resting Unaware of the big pop. Where will the days go? II. Old