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Where Did Our Hearts Go?
The world is quiet here
Silence engulfs the land till someone tries to break it
Loneliness is surround here
Not just because we are alone
Legacy is profound here
Remembering names
Of those who were taken away from us
Spelt with seeds we carry in our hearts.
Silently.
One’s resilience is a weapon–
Not to harm
But to live.
The red of our backyard flame being the only thing holding us together.
Beneath our resilience, our hearts ignite
Letters stamped with approval
The bright red ink not quite a sign of hope
But of another day
We carry this ink in our hearts
Use it to stamp our own letters with love
A sign indicating whoever received it, was remembered another day
We say ‘I love you’
Before every farewell and after every hello
Because we never know when we won’t have the chance to
Our resilience is keeping us back
We endure it while we can
Our legacy lives in our words
But our words are forbidden.
So we write
Red ink so bright and so wicked
Derived either from the brightest of roses
Or darkest of bloods
Does the red in our flag scare you?
Or is it the fear that the red, white and blue will stop scaring us?
Continuing to distribute our seeds
Through this vacuum with no voice
Like feathers distributed through the wind
They look at us with disgust
Look at where our hearts are
Surprised to not see us dripping with blood of the problems we created
Sometimes its not black and white–
Its red and red.
We watch as our dreams stay put
While we get pushed farther and farther
Away from our path
Away from what we created for ourselves
Our screams dont benefit us anymore
Hitting like ripping currents out on sea
Our silence is all we have now
So we teach our children what we learnt through the wickedest of ways
Don't scream when they take you
The world is quiet here
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I wrote this piece based on racism towards Asians in America and the blame that went on after Covid-19.