Dear Asian Girl
Updated: 3 days ago
a spoken word poem. watch the performance here.
Dear Asian Girl,
Let me tell you a story.
She was young, at first.
Young and proud, at first.
Roots nurtured by her ancestors,
she would lie on the ground
to soak up their wisdom.
Short, stubby branches reached out
to touch their souls
and she would feel the life
that once danced on this sacred land.
She would taste the golden nectar of her language
from the seeds her mother planted.
Her pride: the sunlight that fed,
her stories: the sweet water that nurtured,
her traditions: the soil—a structure of all things beautiful.
But soon her branches grew,
grew into the unknown
and she went into the world
in search of greener pastures.
But instead she found dying roots.
Savage—they called her.
Chink, Paki, Dink, Gook, Raghead.
They claimed she stung with her thorns
but they didn’t know her thorns were her beauty.