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


Some poetry

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.

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