Poem: The last time I saw him

The last time I saw him I was defiant, “Children always love their mothers more,” I said to him while looking in his eyes. The last time I visited him in Maryland I took my 6 yr old son to meet him for the first and maybe the last time. He had been telling lies…

Poem: Sister

She hated me The way I ran happily oblivious puppy-like boisterous down the solemn hallway while she was hyper-vigilant listening for sounds of a beating. She and my brother were referee punching bags blocking Father’s fists while I stayed at a distance crying and praying, “Please don’t let him kill Mom.” She hated how I…

Poem: abuse cycle rinse don’t repeat

My sister bullied me she showed me who was alpha wouldn’t let me eat set me in my place patrolled my victimhood trained me in slavery and dominance because I was the mirror she hated. I detested her jealous surveillance but pitied her when I saw her degraded often by our father who whipped the…

Poem : Beauty

Beauty was our primary worth, our female obligation. Being beautiful was a protection, like an amulet of good. Then your peacock husband master, would stay faithfully with you until death. But if you were cursed with ugliness, you deserved to be cheated on, raped, butchered and abandoned. (Screenshot Images from Video, “Hanbok: Silhouette and Structure”…