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Oh Motherland, do you hear my cries?
I yearn for your land, the way of the familiar,
the spasms of light and fire.
The rushing taxi cabs against my body,
the way it touched me,
oh I wish you saw, Motherland.
The forceful grips around my thighs
the way there was a monster in my eyes,
the solemn silence of the city night.
The buildings were like that of Gomorrah,
overpowering and outlining each of the shadows,
laying down with legs split like all the sinners.
Oh Motherland, do you still care?
somehow I think your support is unimpressive,
if you only knew the way I was captivated.
I only knew that I did some wrong,
in dissipating into suburbia.
Oh, I wish you knew, Motherland.
© Su-Ling Wong, 2010
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