My skin is soft but my feelings are hard
You'll never be able to tear me apart
My patience is small but my heart is large
You can take your shots free of charge
My arms are short but my embrace is long
You'll never stop me from singing my song
My heart is warm but my blood runs cold
You can keep this up until I grow old
YOU ARE READING
The Hapa
PoetryA poetry collection rooted in feeling torn between two cultures. A "hapa" is a term used for people with ancestry partly Asian.
