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
f
e
l
l
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.