YOU WON’t brush me away

May I float in salted seas with lemon and yellow peppers?

I smell and touch

and make sure you know I am alive.

Do I dream of fleeting ecstasy?

Sure, I do.

I forge remorse with a spirit of life

and pump blood with ivory orchids.

Maybe I once stood before freedom and happiness

but tripped

into the cage of false freedom and happiness.

Life and death may intertwine

yet liberty and captivity have no square in common

And so,

I left

and was left

with a yellow scar on the left of my neck

Mama tried to sew it but couldn’t stop the bleed.

I watched as it dripped and

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It stung.

Stung when you killed me yet unburied my soul;

Stung when you unearthed me from my tomb;

Stung when you sewed my lips

and those lips

belonging to my brothers

and sisters

but

we are one while you are none.

the ancient whispers of

the Great Wall no longer

echo and the stones left

no story of defiance

the forbidden city,

with its lies and vanity

will taint life’s sanctity

No vestige of

Any dynasty

Any metropolis

or a home–

“A home for us,

We;

the people of this land.”

So don’t,

don’t try to stain me stain my body stain my soul.

I loathe all your entities

So I breathe.

I breathe,

while you screech next to my ears

- for you will never whisper to me -

Screech to attest your greed and lust and thirst for power

you will never whisper

nor brush me away,

me, not even traces of me.