I Am Insight Into The Island
I am the disconnect between my people.
In between the guterral words spoken from the chest
and articulations that are outlined by exaggerated hands.
is where my voice is trapped.
I am the Filipina
whose love for eating with her hands will prevent her from ever finding
a white man for a husband
a roommate without discriminating disdain
a place in American society
or so they tell her.
I am the pioneer of a land already discovered
and with me I bring the wisdom and bitter humour of my people.
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