Monday, July 12, 2021

In Wounded New York City

 Yellow, a color you hate:

 

When I am drinking my coffee at Starbucks,

You yell "slanted eyes, go back to your country!"

 

When I am walking on the street

You throw me to the ground and fatally kick my head

 

When I am on my way to get groceries”

You punch my head and crack my eyes

 

When I am heading to work

You use a box cutter to slash across my face

 

When I am taking my dog to the park

You stab me and cause me critical injury

 

When I am getting into the subway station

You push me down the stairs same spot twice

 

When I am waiting for the train

You push me down to the track in front of my little child

 

When I am getting into the subway car

You set fire to my backpack and burn my hair

 

When I am sitting in the subway car

You punch my head thirty times and choke me till I fall into a coma—and die in the ICU

 

When I am strolling in my neighborhood

You call me chink and stab me in the back

 

When I am talking to my friends at the street corner

You drive by and shoot me in the chest, with racial slur

When I am waiting for my train at Penn Station

You yell racial slurs and threaten to kill me

 

When I am struggling with my dying small business

You come in to assault my customers with hate remarks

 

When I wait for a cab after late work

You make a racial curse and stab me in the back, many times

 

When I am getting across the road,

You drive fast to hit me and others on the street

 

When I am heading to my working place,

You stabbed me in my chest with a racial slur

 

When I am serving a customer in my convenient store,

You walk in to fight me and stab me in my chest and my neck

 

When I am driving home,

You drag me out and run off with my baby in the car

 

(…hate crime continues without border…)

 

(…hate crime continues without border…)

 

(…hate crime continues without border…)

 

You feel entitled to insult, assault and kill me in the open public

Just because I have a “yellow” face

 

While I am an ordinary citizen doing an ordinary job,

You are the virus permeating the yellow hate

 

In wounded New York City!

 

Siu P

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