up the 5
we discuss
the motherland
her suffering
her pain
how sorrow
is ours
as much as
kimchi
and rice
to love us
is to speak
the language
of scars
reopened
we say while
traversing
California
in its bright
in its smile
You see family in a stranger And believe as though a God A savior in a manger But he could be a fraud Sometimes you get to choose...
I made myself so easy to choose but you filled out a short answer "anyone but you"
my mom let me take a free boxing lesson but why would I keep fighting when your heart is like the post office and Chick-fil-A on Sundays
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