More writing about my friend’s character.
New York City
The Big Apple!
i hate it.
i hate it because its shining lights draw you as surely as candle flame and i
will be left here in darkness
you once called me the most interesting person you know but
my quiet Midwestern thoughts cannot compare to a city like New York
you will meet someone there far more interesting than I could ever be
with his bright smile and warm hands you will forget me
i could go with you but
inevitably you would resent me
you need to imprint the world on your body but i
would rather be a shadow, leaving no mark
how can you learn about the world, with his bright smile and warm hands
with me by your side?
better that i stay, and you forget.
then i’ll have my wish
Alright, we have 3 poems here for your viewing pleasure. As I grow more socially aware, one of the things I’ve had to parse through is my struggle with my identity as Asian-American and what that means. I find poetry a nice way to do that.