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November 2021

Gentle Hands

It’s Michelle’s first day of school, and all she wants is to be in bed at home, with the familiar sound of Chinese filling the air All I could see was the dark blue carpet beneath my feet, blurring and clearing as I held back the tears in my eyes. My hand, cold and frail […]

My Eyes Stretch

North, south, east, west My eyes stretch into different directions Regions are divided before my eyes Separate places I’m taught But my compass rose must be broken All I can see is one region Aren’t we all living together Instead of being separated by the paths of the wind Or by all the people of […]