What the world asks of me
That I exist
As a Stateless being
That I breathe
Not live
That I hide
behind boba
That I submit
For their black gold
Wind shakes the tallest tree
Still, I will not be denied
Fire chases the purest pine
Still, I will not be denied
There is hope in the water
Baptism, babies
We cast
Bamboo leaf dumplings
to save Confucius
We drown
Water floats the wounded
Still, I will not be denied
The water was what we always felt
They were: our companion
To every failed promise
Everyone forgets us
- they parade to their anthem
Writer: Amy Lee
Artist: Angana Sarkar
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