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I Live in a Doorway MAG

May 15, 2019
By RYang04 SILVER, Kensington, California
RYang04 SILVER, Kensington, California
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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.


The author's comments:

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.


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