free and fleeting wind

23 Aug

Your eyes glimmered, modest and inconspicuously,
like the sun through the monsoon, in diaphanous
simplicity, a pure elegance.

Beauty this innocent is rarely glimpsed upon in this
earth, you are as fleeting as the lilies of the valley
and as demure as the doe.

Though compassionate and ardent, in matters of the
heart you were elusive, your heart was ever tucked
away in a crystalline vault.

Perhaps it is this harmonious kinship with nature’s
spirit that remembers its cruel indifference, prefers
pleasantries and simplicity.

You lock your heart away with thorns and brambles
loose your soul in eternal ebbing waves of the sea
for life in tranquil aesthete.

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder
which you say is the reason you go; I attribute this
upon wind and wanderlust.

Dauntless, you said, is the torch of humanity, we
too easily loose ourselves amongst crashing waves
enthralled by Siren’s voices.

Yet you chase after the invisible, nonexistent, you
search for your home: of silence, solitude, solace;
of peaceful convalescence.

You were wrong: my love for you burns brighter than
Sun, stars, and their luminescent glory, but you are the
wind: fantasy, ephemeral.

Beating heart locked in labyrinthine chambers, yet you
are free as the wind, evanescent wanderer, and one
cannot romance the wind.

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13 Aug

“The racial category Asian lumps together widely diverse groups with no common language, phenotype, or culture who come to the U.S. under vastly different circumstances…

How do you mash together Laotian war refugees and Japanese business investors and come up with an average or mean experience?…

So let’s get it straight. The term “Asian” in the U.S. was chosen by Asian American activists as an alternative to the pejorative “Oriental.” The Oriental is the creation of Europeans for whom the Orient was an object of curiosity and a source of riches to be studied and exploited. In modern times, the study of the Orient, especially in contrast with the civilized world of the Occident (aka Europe), solidified an idea of Orientals as exotic, potentially dangerous Others.

Activists back in the 1960s decided they wanted to reject the label Oriental and call themselves Asian American instead. Subsequent generations of Asian Americans have gathered as a coalition under the Asian American banner in order to resist being treated like Orientals. But don’t get it twisted, the idea of an Asian or Oriental race is a creation of white people, not of Asians.”

From the post below: Constructing Race: Pew Center Report on Asians

 

 

13 Aug

Race Files

The June 19 release of the Pew Research Center report, The Rise of Asian Americans is generating buzz that is, frankly, giving me a headache.

The report summary opens with the following:

Asian Americans are the highest-income, best-educated and fastest-growing racial group in the United States. They are more satisfied than the general public with their lives, finances and the direction of the country, and they place more value than other Americans do on marriage, parenthood, hard work and career success….

Asian Americans trace their roots to any of dozens of countries in the Far East, Southeast Asia and the Indian subcontinent. Each country of origin subgroup has its own unique history, culture, language, religious beliefs, economic and demographic traits, social and political values, and pathways into America.

But despite often sizable subgroup differences, Asian Americans are distinctive as a whole, especially when compared with all U.S. adults, whom they…

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Words of wisdom and healing.

11 Aug

Speak.

let your pure sanity
pour, seep, melt
through my ears
and mouth and eyes—

let it heal, calm,
cleanse and purify my mind,
conciliate and resonate
with the infinite particles
of my being…

let my heart be stirred.

Poisonous kisses.

10 Aug

Your lips are poisonous
enchanting,
tantalizing,
intoxicating,
devilish—
dripping acid
and burning me
with fire.

“he’s just a childhood friend.”

10 Aug

Our stories
are
intertwined

by the scars on our knees,
kites of our youth,

butterfly chases and tall tales,
recess and snack time,

long walks home
reading books and strange adventures,

those crazy all-night endeavors,
old bike rides of adolescence,
insecurities and angst,

pranks and laughs
equally broken hearts
saltwater tears
and used tissues,

creases in our palms,
cliche love poems,

laced fingers and
clasped hands,
madly beating hearts,
mingling of breaths,
and the sweat of our skin.

An apology to my heart.

29 Jul

I’m sorry

I dared

to care

or fall

at all.