Hi, my name is
not nearly as important
what you call me
behind closed doors, closed
minds, or closed hearts
where you fetishize an
exoticness that once threatened
your grandparents so much
that they sent mine
to Arkansan incarceration camps
emerging years later with
broken hearts and steeled
wills, a thirst to
prove their Americanness/humanity,
become a model minority
modeling resilience after abuse,
white-adjacent acceptability, and
generational trauma embedded deep
in the DNA that
became this face you
now deem desirable
—
April PAD 2021
Poetic Asides Prompt Day 1: introduction poem
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