I stumble through every second,
Every frame of physical progression,
Sleepwalking with my eyes wide open.

Distinction between
Conscious and unconscious,
Real and unreal,
Alive and dead
Mix, swirl, and then blend together
On Infinity's timeless masterpiece, Continuum.

I walk like the dead among the living.
I walk like the living among the dead,
Staggering in a haze,
Following Fate's gentle nudge,
Until a wind sweeps away my life in a single breath.

The name Audrey is
A girl's name of British origin.
"Noble strength."
Its roots entrenched
In the dirt of Western history.

A name is supposed to define you, shape you,
Be the linguistic representation of you.
So shaped have I become in a white girl's name;
I have never tried even to know my own.
Never even given a chance.

How can I be Korean American,
Looking in the mirror,
All I can see is an American girl?
The wrong face and distinctly Asian.
Searching for traces of where "Korean" could be,
I find none.

One soul in the wrong body, in the wrong place, in the wrong name.