I cannot place myself,
In just one box.
Born from tropical soil.
But with laughing childhood,
There in the desert storm.
I live in the Bronx now.
My thinking shaped by,
UCSB’s higher education.
I’ve been called FOB,
And now California accent.
Been thought Japanese,
But my ethnicity is Filipino.
Then in the Philippines,
I was thought to be American.
Look! I am various experiences,
Pressed into one body.
Better to see me as chopsuey,
For all I have touched,
Both tangibly and vicariously.
So do not ask me to choose.
Because my heart is
Tied into all these memories.
And they have shaped up,
Who I am, Aisa’s identity.
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Just a little poem to greet you all, hello! Yes, I am still here!
My apologies for the two-week hiatus.
Have a great week, everybody!
