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: 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,…

Cultural Appropriation Part Two: Rachel Dolezal

Have you heard of Rachel Dolezal? I hadn’t until I watched a documentary about her life called, “The Rachel Divide”. She has changed her name, but for clarity in this article, I’ll refer to her as Rachel Dolezal. She is infamous in the United States for representing herself as a black woman even though she…

Poem : Race and Identity

You can’t choose your race, but you can decide your tribe. Where you heart resides. Rebirthed, reclaimed self, The identity you wear is self-realized. It’s always you that marks a clue, To find your own way home.