I used to feel guilty for being who I am.
I am a U.S. citizen. I was born to two loving parents who worked hard to provide for their children. I have never had to worry about food or shelter. I have never been abused, raped, or neglected. I have a college education and have been privileged to travel to many different parts of the world.
Why?
Why me? Why did I laugh as a child while other children cried? Continue reading
Sunset in Sanjhih, Taiwan
Dresses in white,
Flowers, the like.
Parties and favors,
Tokens to savor.
Girls and dreams,
Valentine’s scenes.
Weddings and wishes,
Tickles and kisses.
Strange girl, strange dream
Off of on her own, alone in her stream.
She doesn’t want much
No flowers and such.
Give her the land.
Give her her hand.
Let her write,
Give her sight.
Let her be,
Oh, memory.
Let her look,
Let her wait.
Let her, seeking, find her fate.
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