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“Bitter Strength”

“Bitter strength…
…a mountain of gold.
Gaam Shan.

They want our hard labor,
And hard labor we know.

With steel spikes, we crack open new land.

We have made something from nothing.
And we have made the bosses wealthy.

Some foreign devils don’t want us.
Their taunts slice
to the bone
our very humanity.

We are here nonetheless.

These days bring tears and break hearts.
When will this paper life be over?
When will we be at home?

We eat bitterness.
We survive
We can
We will”

-anonymous Chinese rail worker

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Memorial (based on Audre Lorde’s Memorial II)

 

Steven

what are you seeing

in my mirror this morning

peering out like a hungry bird

behind my eyes

are you seeking the shape of a girl

you met in a Beijing Summer

or are you looking for my mother

I grow more and more

to resemble her

everyday

 

 

do you remember

I could not accept your face dying

do not know you now?

 

 

 

Surely your vision stayed

stronger than mine

you would have made a great photographer

for all the nuances you noticed       I would have missed

had you not shown me

Steven         tell me

where do dead boys wander

after their summer?

 

I wish I could see you again

far from me even

swan-like flying into the sun

your eyes are blinding me

Steven.


It’s my time of the month.

It’s my time to shine

It’s my time to wear whatever I feel sexy in (comfortable, conventionally unsexy lingerie)

It’s my time to cry, scream, rage 

but I will NOT blame it on my period, what comes naturally to my female body.

I celebrate it as a chance for my emotions to unfold like flowers blooming in spring

I celebrate my being woman

being human.


A little poem for y’all as I seriously evaluate my life choices

Time is not really free

It’s more like an excuse to read a book when everyone else around you is talking about useless things and the snow clumps together outside

I am no longer a child

I am no longer a girl

When I was younger I wished to become a writer I didn’t realize it arose out of loneliness

Or that my mouth would be so full of words that had no navels

My sewing needle has thread too short to make a knot

The only jobs I qualify for require banter that does not end, smiles that have no meaning

My life is just beginning when young women like I start to talk about marriage, husbands and children

I see the trees swaying in the wind out of the window

And I imagine myself like them

I am not like the other women yet I sit in the back of the classroom to listen to the Professor’s lecture

I used to think Ivory Tower meant theories trapped in a tower taught by boring old white men with no practical application

Most of what I learn cannot solve social ills

I learned more about racism than I had in a lifetime through my heterosexual white roommate she told me what to call people like me and educated me about politics

I am neither straight or white, nor care much for politics

I just want to live my life as a tiger lily growing in foreign soil

Out of the shade and out of the light


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