• homeland

    homeland
     
    tell me this land
    of sun & sweatshops & no good dialect
    is mine tell
    me this land of buildings with all the windows
    colored red & a thousand
    slowly blinking children & no arms
    on the clocks is mine tell me
    how to be heartless how to be both survivor
    & burning bridge tell me all the ways
    the sky sprouts shrapnel
    & silver screens & gorges itself
    on our apologies all
    our silence
    tell me what I am running
    from
    or towards
    tell me where my language
    is hiding & why it still follows
    my almond-eyed shadow tell me
    about the raw bloom
    of our bodies & this land that only carries
    so much paper
    tell me about the lukewarm
    & bone cut
    & bird-boned
    & skin deep
    tell me about glasses that will never stay
    on our noses & browned apples
    dropping from trees
    tell me about sidewalk cracks
    & loose change
    & how nothing fits
    or maybe was never meant
    to belong
    tell me I can swallow
    all that the land whispers—
     
    it pretends it has never
    loved me
    it cannot even remember
    my name
    but still I can taste
    the soft light that touches
    mother’s skin
    I can still taste
    the morning, everything
    I left behind—
    Taylor Fang

    Taylor Fang
    Grade: 11

    Logan High School
    Logan, UT 84321

    Educator(s): Tracy Cummins

    Awards: Poetry
    Gold Medal, 2019

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