SEEKING REPRESENTATION FOR GLOWSTICK, A POETRY BOOK

“What if there were others living in limbo, fighting for balance? What if there were others who understood being strong didn’t mean we were invincible, but rather, it meant we felt our pain and chose to concentrate on the beauty within?

And what if someone was out there with a hole inside their chest they didn’t know how to fill, their only solution to lie in the dark and wait for the emptiness to end, as I still do from time to time?

What if I could help?”

~ Jade M. Wong
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[Poetry] Ingredients To My Poetry

The love is for all those whose hearts
Are tough from being torn apart
By heartbreak’s touch, by betrayal’s agony,
And are too scared to once again start.

The strength is for all those whose nights
Are full of terrors and invisible frights,
Who spend their days enduring silently
To stay alive in an endless fight.

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[Poetry] Asian-American

When I was a child, being Asian-American meant breaking wooden chopsticks over a noodle lunchbox, sunny yellow dresses to bring out the sunny yellow of my skin, and laughing with my colorful classmates because we didn’t know yet we were different.

When I grew older, being Asian-American meant seeing for the first time my father’s oil-stained hands from days of toil, and my mother’s quiet strength as she built a home in the middle of a strange language.Read More »