I Am From... (poem) May 24, 2002 ~ 8:56 PM I am from rainbows, from purples and silvers and glitter I am from the stars up above (Flashing, glowing it looks like a dream) I am from freesia, and rose bushes which bloom every spring and go wild until the gardeners cut it down. I�m from chocolate and braces, from Hanry Ho and Vivian. I�m from Taiwan and the great US, from stand proud to stay down. I�m from Chinese school every Sunday in a far away land among people who look like me but are not. I�m from darkened corners in which I cowered, or under the bed. From the harmful words of two loud languages the hand that was raised in fury. Next to my bed was a night-stand whose sole drawer contained me, four full diaries that depict my life. I am from those realities� They do not put on a facade� I do so everyday. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ �MY 5 MOST RECENT ENTRIES� August 02, 2004 [3:29 AM] - Took the HELL test again... July 29, 2004 [3:57 AM] - Forgiveness... Meh. Lol July 28, 2004 [4:54 PM] - Emotional Limbo... *bends over backwards* July 28, 2004 [1:29 PM] - the miracle of Moo July 28, 2004 [3:05 AM] - The sound of the ocean.... |