Broken world, broken you.
Continents and hearts broken into
a million places, a million pieces
all within the hold
of our stories still untold.
One world, one heart.
Both broken apart.
Lost places, forgotten faces.
The world goes on
and you still belong.
Beautiful world, beautiful you.
What can never be lost or untrue.
Remote places, hidden parts.
Beauty is found everywhere,
you mustn't be afraid to go there.
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The Hapa
PoetryA poetry collection rooted in feeling torn between two cultures. A "hapa" is a term used for people with ancestry partly Asian.
