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an asian poem is the first thing you run to during a pandemic

Updated: Feb 23

if these words were to fill the void

of the lost blood

and frightened children,

this poem are the souls of those who 

were too scared to speak up

“go back to where you came from” cuts our throats

leaves us in an alley

so dark,

where does the flashlight guide

if we no longer want to go home

the world consumed us 

and threw us up on the ground

with our bodies limp,

our souls soared into the sky

and begged for the hands of others 

yet, we were left there,

to die.