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jay-chen
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Pacing, waiting, wasting time My mother sings her battle chant through the monitor’s blinks and beeps Anxiety chokes me between each heart beat The drunk driver's headlights still beaming in my brain She needs blood Shhh, shh she shivers Awaiting her share for the rationed ruby’s warmth Her skin worn from years of a mother’s service Lies loosely on her pale, weak face A crime to humanity Erasing the color out of this masterpiece Yeah mom, you’re glowing I try and quell the noisome cries in that silent hospital room As she rests with her soft beauty Her tissues exposed Wailing into the air, Like a banshee’s envious shriek The warm hands I held, The warm hands that hugged The warm hands that wiped away my tears and told me it’s okay Forgotten In the freezing chill that blankets my mother Her body fatigued Her rips and tears of flesh Squeezed of all available life She bleeds a clear liquid Clear With no color-filled story of the future If only you could accept my crimson gift I can only pray for a saint in disguise To donate their life I try to hold on, but the white ghost flits away A last breath. I kiss her forehead, wipe away her tears to tell her it’s okay. She needs blood
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
jay-chen
****** Mother
Pacing, waiting, wasting time My mother sings her battle chant through the monitor’s blinks and beeps Anxiety chokes me between each heart beat The drunk driver's headlights still beaming in my brain She needs blood Shhh, shh she shivers Awaiting her share for the rationed ruby’s warmth Her skin worn from years of a mother’s service Lies loosely on her pale, weak face A crime to humanity Erasing the color out of this masterpiece Yeah mom, you’re glowing I try and quell the noisome cries in that silent hospital room As she rests with her soft beauty Her tissues exposed Wailing into the air, Like a banshee’s envious shriek The warm hands I held, The warm hands that hugged The warm hands that wiped away my tears and told me it’s okay Forgotten In the freezing chill that blankets my mother Her body fatigued Her rips and tears of flesh Squeezed of all available life She bleeds a clear liquid Clear With no color-filled story of the future If only you could accept my crimson gift I can only pray for a saint in disguise To donate their life I try to hold on, but the white ghost flits away A last breath. I kiss her forehead, wipe away her tears to tell her it’s okay. She needs blood
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I learned at age 8 the colors of the rainbow Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet I stared at each picture, curious of the colors Mrs. Ferguson said that together, we make a beautiful rainbow And I memorized it. I learned at age 13 grade that I was gay Each boy slow danced with their girl I stood in the corner watching Isolated, ashamed, in the dark And I memorized it. I learned at age 16 that my parents didn’t accept me Battered and bruised I could feel the spit of Confucius on my wounds I could feel the yin and yang twisting my spirit I could feel the burns from the flames from my ancestral shrine And I memorized it. I learned at age 20 how the other men felt Blogs and wikihows lied to me as they told me to find solace in the gay bars Their eyes followed me like I was a hanging chicken at a street booth Disgusted Drunk men announcing their Asian fetish to me As if I were a dish to prove their exotic tongues The rice queens sitting proudly on their thrones As we, the subjects, are shackled and exposed To their adventurous acceptance And I memorized it. I learned at age 23 the colors of the rainbow Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet As I stared at the Pride Flag, I remembered Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet I stared Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet They stared Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Yellow And I memorized it.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
jay-chen
Colors of the Rainbow
I learned at age 8 the colors of the rainbow Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet I stared at each picture, curious of the colors Mrs. Ferguson said that together, we make a beautiful rainbow And I memorized it. I learned at age 13 grade that I was gay Each boy slow danced with their girl I stood in the corner watching Isolated, ashamed, in the dark And I memorized it. I learned at age 16 that my parents didn’t accept me Battered and bruised I could feel the spit of Confucius on my wounds I could feel the yin and yang twisting my spirit I could feel the burns from the flames from my ancestral shrine And I memorized it. I learned at age 20 how the other men felt Blogs and wikihows lied to me as they told me to find solace in the gay bars Their eyes followed me like I was a hanging chicken at a street booth Disgusted Drunk men announcing their Asian fetish to me As if I were a dish to prove their exotic tongues The rice queens sitting proudly on their thrones As we, the subjects, are shackled and exposed To their adventurous acceptance And I memorized it. I learned at age 23 the colors of the rainbow Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet As I stared at the Pride Flag, I remembered Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet I stared Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet They stared Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Yellow And I memorized it.
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