Poem: None of your business

It doesn’t make sense to me that a few get to define the majority’s reality. Regurgitate the terminology or be labeled an enemy bigot. Shaming and labeling a whirlwind of spin catch phrases redefine biology. Just because you define yourself as non binary it doesn’t mean the rest of us have to explain or submit…

Poem: Where are you from?: Part One

What does it feel like to belong? Part of the clan Part of the colony. What would it be like If no one ever asked me Where am I from? The repetitive interrogation of strangers stalking me as if they were experts detectives of Asian culture. “Why do you want to know?” I ask, they…

Poem: In Lak Ech, Ala Kin (I am another yourself)

Give the world yourself by actually showing up. Show your daring. Share your life evolved stories of live burial survival. The fear that hate has taught you can still be reversed. Claim the healing that’s waiting for you always when you’re ready to stop giving up. Hiding your light in denial is an insult to…

Poem: Revolutionaries

I felt I walked out of slavery Brainwash programming abuse Limitations fear of life I felt I walked returning home to my True Self home to permission for happiness Free Being Free Born Free Choice Liberation like all pioneers Seekers are revealers I wanted a new chosen tribe of fellow travelers Experimenters Dissenters and Rebels…

Poem: Yellow Face Rant

(I’ll preface to say this poem is an angry rant against racists not against “white people”. I also advocate for the rights of transsexuals, they are not my target). Cloud Atlas in Yellow Face Shame on the directors The Wachowskis Who used to be brothers Why are you both so racist? You’ve ruined the original…

Poem: Literary

During high school lunch I went outside even in the snow because I had no one. I sat with my pen and book wrote poetry as food. I wasn’t starving and the cafeteria was gross pocketed the lunch money like my own bully The poet bully… Some cool kids on the inside thought my poetry…

Memoir: The Mystery of Language

In Korea I would blend in physically until I’d have to speak, my accent instantly exposes me as a foreigner. When I try to communicate in Korean, I speak like a toddler, in broken half-phrases, “Me go to sleep,” kind of cave-speak, but at 3yrs old I could understand and speak fluently in both languages,…