I spent a lot of time trying
to fit into another skin tone –
dyeing my hair lighter
wearing muted clothing
pretending to dread the lunches my mother packed
that my friends always made fun of
Today, my jet-black hair requires no comb
I pack delicate, complex meals
speak three languages and
what an honour it is
to just be asian.
Happy Asian Pacific American Heritage Month! I’m dedicating a few poems to my family this May. Please feel free to share your stories in the comments below.