A satirical poem detailing the ways a specific APIDA culture is interpreted amongst different perspectives.
0. THE LOVERS. There was once a bard and a king, a lover of words and a lover of swords, that came to meet one another in the kingdom they both ruled. They were kind sovereigns, adored by their acolytes and their subjects, and they knew the other…
1. Back when I was in elementary school, Mother used to pin up my hair with chopsticks—soft pink with cherry blossoms creeping along its narrow circumference. The silky threadlike strands of hair that hung from the top of my head never stayed up for longer than a few…
My mother propagates plants next to the kitchen sink, slipping cuttings into plastic bottles, laying seeds down in shallow dishes. They soak, stagnant, in their isolated pools of water. In between cycles of dishwashing, my mother watches them. She waters them. She sets them towards the sun, these…
TV Screens glaring Everyone stares, unaware History repeats (Kyla) Discrimination Everyone is a human Why do our eyes judge? (Bryce) 88rising – An ode to Asian artists Making space for us. (Azure) Cycle of abuse Empty textbooks, empty minds And we never learn. (Azure) See you dabble in…