I am Chinese and I am American
And yet I am not Chinese-American
When I was little, I held two cups in my hand
And the sweetness of raspberries under my tongue
When I was five I met my best friend
When I was twelve I lost her.
When I was four I joined the swim team
And when I was twelve I quit.
When I was nine I joined a ski team
When I was sixteen I stormed off from it.
When I was sixteen I took up martial arts
When my joints can no longer move is when I'll lay it down.
Now I walk the downtown streets of Buffalo
A pen in one hand, camera in the other
Eyes searching for the next piece of poetry
Hidden in a wall or behind a secret crevice.
When I was thirteen I met a new best friend
And when I die I will not lose him.
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Jokes, Riddles, and Other Philosophical Insights
RandomSo this is just for me to do whatever depending on the mood I'm in. It's a way to get my feelings out, and also a way to show you what kind of person I am. So I hope you enjoy this inside look of who I am, but please don't use it against me to do wh...
