autumn: a poem for Qiu Jin, Chinese poet, feminist, revolutionary, & martyr

sister, she wrote they are coming for you run hide save yourself. but I was not going to flee to do that would be to scatter the leaves of the trees whose seeds I have sown this school these girls fierce and strong flowers but not yet in bloom a field of two hundred million… Continue reading autumn: a poem for Qiu Jin, Chinese poet, feminist, revolutionary, & martyr

Why a Slam Poem Called “Here” Reminds Me of Chinese New Year

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hKWKw4G3M4 "I am a stranger. And if you're not supposed to speak to strangers, and I only speak to when spoken to it's no wonder why getting up in front of a mic feels a lot like breaking through my mother's silence." -Here by Aman Batra A Poem That Says Everything I was Trying To… Continue reading Why a Slam Poem Called “Here” Reminds Me of Chinese New Year

Blade Dancer (a poem)

don’t tell her what to think don’t tell her how to move. put your hands on me here, and put your mind elsewhere no- No! paper girls crumble at the touch, but ashes cannot be burned, and she she has been forged in a fire more devastating than your small ways can fathom. She has… Continue reading Blade Dancer (a poem)