"yeu" poems
I've gotten a couple of busted lips,
bruised hips,
migraines, headaches...
Insults,
sarcastic compliments,
and maybe even a single armed hug every other Wednesday.
But no I love you,
I respect you, or I want you.
No initiation to put forth love and express affection.
"Stubborn as a bull", I say to you as I climb your trunk and grab onto your horns.
Can't get away from your demons, can't hear my angels cries.
Throw me into the wall, call me wrong for feeling it.
Reject my wishes, and shame me for wanting something more.
But I weigh it all out and I'm just 7 lbs too few, and I need more.
Because I got too comfortable in your violent mind.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
Summer is running away again.
I hurry. Straddle. Search.
for answers to fill the questions
that will come.
Cry: I'm from the jungle.
And they leave me alone.
In my palms, their crackling
****** lights
the way while I,
child of democracy and tears
Say: I want to love, not fear
muffled beneath their brazen crackle.
I
a stubborn memory, barking up
in a ****** language, rustling
the quiet night
with my foul tongue and
***** eyes:
tinh yeu khong so hai.
Like a twittering bird -
good for no one's sake,
existing for mercy.
I cut my tongue.
translate: love,
not fear.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC