Change
I’m tired of “Angry Asian Americans”–or those who purport themselves as such–blaming everything on “America.” I, too, am America, and I don’t fetishize or stereotype or oppress Asian Americans. Shame on you for committing the same crime you lambast: equating “America” with “white,” particularly “white oppression.”
I, too, am America, and I am tired of being Anrgy with a capital “A.” I’m tired of screaming and ranting and writing bitter polemics. I’m tired of listening to Angry Asian poetry.
I am ready to effect change.
I’m ready to grab the axe–sharply honed from decades of grinding–and start hacking away at barriers, start felling trees to build bridges, and start opening doors to abandoned temples.
I, too, am America.
I, too, am Asian America.
And I am ready for angry words
like ant bites
to be assuaged by salve,
For Asian America to be salvaged by action,
And that action to be guided by the salvation of hope, not anger.
I am tired of being angry.
I am ready to effect change.
moonlight
i miss you most
in moonlit moments
when truth comes to light
so much is unspoken
in the spotlight of day
we are deer in its headlights
–paralyzed–
unable to react
not knowing where to run
or which way to jump
and if we stand completely still
–and do nothing–
we feel safe
not knowing our fate
as venison seared onto the grill
of a MAC truck.
i miss you under the covers
in the darkness
when we are most vulnerable
unaware of our predators
i miss you when we are bunnies
with cotton balls at our backsides
and rabbit holes worthy of Wonderland.
nyc
new york is my heart
beating the rhythm of my life
and the tempo of my love
bright red with life
i wander its streets
and pulse through its veins
i breathe its reality
and, odious as it may get,
i embrace it with a sigh
my heart was scarred
by the anger and frustration
of too many with too little
yet it endures
it heals
it beats on












