the tree to the telephone says “keep your wires to yourself” let me grow my way
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this is…
this is my hoodwhere concrete meets the skyneon lights twinklehumanity in your faceborn here, loved here, die here I was born in East L.A., Boyle Heights, CA USA in the Japanese American Hospital, May 15, 1948. Racists in America often refused to care or treat Japanese Americans, so we built our own hospital in BoyleContinue reading “this is…”
Flight
afraid of heightsI love to fly in my dreamsfar awayabove the eartheverything is clear
Green light
Yellow lightshave turned to greenuncross your fingersuncross your legsthe clock is ticking to our pulse. On your feetopen the window shadesLook Listennext momenttell me more
