jadecho:

"Disappearing" at CUPSI 2013 Prelims

in gym class
my white best friend points to the flat of my face
and says “you don’t really have a nose.”
it’s the first time i notice the difference
in the geography of our faces
i wish for a tall, delicate nose like hers
like my white boy punk idols
like the girls the boys see as beautiful

7th grade is a year of disappearing
the boys lounging in the breezeway
cackle about how i don’t have an ass
the department store jeans sag over the thin of me
it’s the first time i learn my yellow body
does not exist here

i’m in college
the first time a man old enough to be my father
hollers at me on the street

"sup lil mama!
me love you long time,
long,
long time.”

his words lick the back of my neck, slow
there’s a part of me that takes it as a compliment 
there’s a part of me that wants to falcon punch the lecher out his face

it’s the first time someone makes me understand
how my yellow body shouts
easy pussy
across the sidewalk
port of nagasaki thighs
for you to commodore perry open
cambodian countryside cunt
to bomb in silence

in the mirror
i want to skin the chinadoll off of me
these almond eyes
flushed porcelain cheeks
that betray me
look how cute you did yourself up today
you were asking for it

it’s october
the halloween store sells costumes called
“asian persuasion”
"geisha beauty to ninja cutie"
modeled by white women in black wigs
cleavage bursting through strategic seams
my skin a little something sexy to don for one night only
they wear the fantasy of it
but never know the itching
how we asian women
carry a certain insanity 
with the yellow of our skin
tiptoeing the ghostland 
between invisible and undesirable
visible and easy victim

i’ve learned to speak steel trap
when talking to white men
keeping my smiles from showing too much interest
because the air is heavy with ghosts between us
chinese women abducted into new world prostitution
british opium ravaging pearl delta apart
in 2008, the 16 asian women in oakland victimized by police
in 2000, the 2 japanese women in spokane
raped by 2 white men “infatuated with the japanese race”
i’ve learned i can’t trust anyone to see me
under the histories this country
has mapped onto our skin

in class
the paper pale english major next to me in
seems too interested
in whether or not i have plans for the weekend
i can’t tell if he’s just friendly
or viewing the beginnings of a porno
in the corners of my smile
i want to tear the “undemanding” 
the “passive” from my skin
i leave the classroom
hoping walking away
is enough to not disappear

jessxchen:

(source: www.jessxchen.com)
the original artwork for Franny Choi's book, “Floating Brilliant Gone,” without the text. Keep your eyes peeled for when it comes out in 2014!

jessxchen:

(source: www.jessxchen.com)

the original artwork for Franny Choi's book, “Floating Brilliant Gone,” without the text. Keep your eyes peeled for when it comes out in 2014!

mirubelin:

Become Becoming 

by Li Young Lee

Wait for evening. 

Then you’ll be alone. 

Wait for the playground to empty. 
Then call out those companions from childhood: 

The one who closed his eyes 
and pretended to be invisible. 
The one to whom you told every secret. 
The one who made a world of any hiding place. 

And don’t forget the one who listened in silence 
while you wondered out loud: 

Is the universe an empty mirror? A flowering tree? 
Is the universe the sleep of a woman? 

Wait for the sky’s last blue 
(the color of your homesickness). 
Then you’ll know the answer. 

Wait for the air’s first gold (that color of Amen). 
Then you’ll spy the wind’s barefoot steps. 

Then you’ll recall that story beginning 
with a child who strays in the woods. 

The search for him goes on in the growing 
shadow of the clock. 

And the face behind the clock’s face 
is not his father’s face. 

And the hands behind the clock’s hands 
are not his mother’s hands. 

All of Time began when you first answered 
to the names your mother and father gave you. 

Soon, those names will travel with the leaves. 
Then, you can trade places with the wind. 

Then you’ll remember your life 
as a book of candles, 
each page read by the light of its own burning.

blackartdepot:

I hear you loud and clear…..

blackartdepot:

I hear you loud and clear…..

(Source: america-wakiewakie)

NEVER FORGET, the US is an imperialist state that kills countless innocent people, here and abroad, every single day. even infants are labeled “enemy combatants” in our fight for freedom!

What’s it like to work alongside so many other women of color?

(Source: jasonnywithnochance)

saansastarks:

"Yellow fever is when the only prerequisite for me to become your potential partner is the colour of my skin. That’s cheap. That’s offensive. You’re an asshole, go away." (x)

superiorconcha:

I did not expect this

(Source: iammyurl)

ahmdrajabi:

A Jewish woman and a Palestinian woman protesting together in 1973, 1992, and 2001.

ahmdrajabi:

A Jewish woman and a Palestinian woman protesting together in 1973, 1992, and 2001.