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I Live in a Doorway MAG
I live in a doorway between two rooms,
I hear someone shouting in Chinese,
Exuberance quickly muted by the
Red firecrackers.
My cheek turning red from all the pinches
from relatives that I don’t even recognize.
Hunched over a table,
Folding pork dumplings,
I am called American a million times.
I peek in the other room of
Sun lizards.
My friends bask in the rays of California sunshine, listening to throwbacks
on the pink portable speaker we all chipped in to buy.
Laughing and teasing each other, our
Sneakers thumping onto the black concrete,
Running wild in the street.
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This poem was inspired by Jump Write In, a creative writing exercise book. The exercise prompted me to reflect on the two different lives I live, one at home and on with my friends. These two different worlds are very important to me because each one provides unique experiences and offers me different persepctives.